english class

I've always hated english class

My freshman teacher told me I couldn't write for shit

And I've always found that kind of ironic

Cause I like to put my thoughts into words

But now I'm standing at the edge of a fire, hoping I don't force myself to burn

I read a poem about someone who died

It was kind of good but kind of sad who she never cried

And I like to think that I might be like that

Cause I've never known somebody that way

From all the stories they tell about love you'd think I might just be going insane