The Girls

She ran off unblinking under a salty sun

down a long Western road

bare feet pounding the pavement

hearing words run behind her saying

"She bathes in seas of Lillies

she cries watching movies

swims in lightning 

and gets drunk on old cartoons

and she's running, she's running, and she's free"

but age was coming quickly 

leaving her lost for words 

and gasping with every wave of night

but she ran anyway and she kept on running

naked to the start of that night

trying to keep on, on until the sunlight

and won't you let her run?

cause it's too hard to feel undone

and living fast makes 

broken hearts look better in hindsight

she could say it

she could scream it 

she could sing it out

but her youth is broken, so she's writing it down

picking words that make her feel complicated

breaking as she's picking peaches beneath a belly of blue

and hoping she'll be The Girl That Flew

but crying cause she knows 

the same sun sets on all of us

but if she's gonna fly, she's gotta believe it doesn't 

and when I asked her if she felt seen

she pulled on her a cigarette and said she didn't care

she's clothed in nudity but hiding behind metaphors 

waiting for summer loves to go sour

so she can have another story to tell

like the one about the postman

who always smiles on the corner

or the tall boy in the burger express

or the time the people clapped for her in an airport

but she's got too much to wear on her sleeves

and so she's slowing down

and letting them drag the ground

letting the words run behind her

to catch them

to write them down

and she doesn't need a name 

cause she's a The Girl

and she knows it

The Girls get caught up in daydreams

and strangled by our stories

wrapped in fantasies

of being the protagonist

don't wake us, don't wake us

we don't want to be awake 

we don't want to face it -

that maybe we're just A Girl

and maybe it's not enough

don't blame for us rejecting that reality

for it was you that raised us

believing we had to be this

this grand The Girl

and now we're becoming tied to that

running from a sea of wannabees 

and into a field of "The"s
how can we be if are only someone's The

but baby don't you wish you had rolls like me 

so you could roll like me

and maybe then you'd be a The Girl too