Confetti

Skinny little brats
Walking down Avenue A
Dangling their cigarettes
Their Independence DayTears like filigrees
Wear them on their sleeves
Nobody's main squeeze
It's thirty-five degreesPoetry of ordinary life
Is what I live for
They just wanna be seen
They just wanna be heardMy words are like confetti
And you never pick them up
They fall to the ground
I need someone to lift me upSo diaphanous, so ephemeral
And all those bad words
They never learned in schoolGroovy like my mamma was
In her black turtle neck
She was so high strung
She was so low techPoetry and tattooed dreams
And fourteen carat nose rings
The children of elite
Are trying to be street sayingMy words are like confetti
And you never pick them up
They fall to the ground
I need someone to lift me upMy words are like confetti
And you never pick them up
They fall to the ground
I need someone to lift me upPoetry of ordinary life
Is what I live for
They just wanna be seen
They just wanna be heardMy words are like confetti
And you never pick them up
They fall to the ground
I need someone to lift me upMy words are like confetti
And you never pick them up
They fall to the ground
I need someone to lift me up