A Bored Teen's Guide To Procrastination

Dear present time This is it To all my soul searchers And my grave diggers Bury that shit For the signatures of the unknown subway writers And for anybody who’s got good cigarette karma Pass it on This one’s for my camp counselors Who taught me how to properly tell ghost stories Because I feel like I’ve been talking about my ghosts a lot lately And this one’s for my material friends I hope that I can feel you again
This one’s for anybody Who woke up without a feeling or a sense of home And hates being alone Honestly I know how hard it can be To find yourself when you’re lost And I mean that

Seriously

This one’s for my teachers Who made me write a book report about the story of my life Because if I hadn’t done that assignment Then I might not know how to express myself And at times like these Expressing myself is all I got

It’s all in my pen
Our bookmarks bend
And I don’t know when
Our story will end
It’s all in my pen
Our bookmarks bend


And so this one is for my friends