Hayden

She had a fingernail stuck in the bow in her hair
She had a number on her back and she was sitting there
Paying all attention to the numbers up in front
Laying all her cards upon the table and she's done
It's hard to tell the story at the time and place we're in
They thought they all would watch and listen
to the numbers
Even dumber than they were before
They could be four but really everyone wants
to be one.
And so did she.
But she was chewing on her pencil and gazing into space
Biting on her fingernails and rubbing on her face
She can't help but doodle numbers
She can't help but find a place
A better place
Any place
All places are better than this place
If you're in that state of head
If you're home alone in bed instead
Or like she said,
She scratched herself, it's crazy like
That never happens
Never