Nimetön

I run into her and she's not changed,
there I stand, wide-eyed and red-faced,
a pile of books pressed against my chest
and below them, a heart
that's beating too fast

she asks how I am doing,
well, how to explain,
I know the right words
but they seem so plain

incling my head like a bird
the bells tied in my pigtails jingle
how cheaply was my IQ halved
how easily was sadness torn apart

please let me be steady, let me stop
dwelling on thoughts for a while
I found out that to love isn't to die
and that a heart isn't a weapon,
I really need to start living my life

how I am doing, quite well
thank you for asking,
I nod with a jingle and feel
somehow vaguely ashamed
of turning out this way,
pretty wrists and actually eating,
and not even too gay

sorry that
it was fun while it lasted
(well expect that's a lie)

listen kids,
deep in me there is a happiness
that no answer could describe
I guess I have become both
a six-year-old and a housewife