you have stars in your eyes

that follow me when i walk

down the hall

when i open my locker

you follow me into

this twisting winding tunnel

of sorrow.

the tunnel is filled with lies and

tears and all the changes that happened

over the years, and everything that

we said we've ever wanted

except floating cars and the ghosts

that haunted,

with people that talk to you every day

the ones that talk in circles to trick you

so you don't know what to say.

sometimes when we're here i can't believe

we're even alive in here, floating like we don't care

the tunnel contracting every which way

the locker is shut, it's locked, we're here to stay.