alive and out of control

left over memories of schoolgirl fantasies
are hard to put into words
when everything was magic
but hidden behind the sun

I get colder every day watching you
I just can’t help myself
high top sneakers and a secret smile
wrapping girls around your finger
to make me jealous

it’s not exactly normal talking like that
when I feel this way
there’s nothing to talk about anyway
it’s just a cry for help
because I never chose to be me
alive and out of control