Public School

I see the seasons in the trees My months in the leaves I'm burning brighter I'm burning brighter for myself I woke up from the day into a good night I walk the streets for fun but always depending on another I am on a bus in 2005 where the limbs branch off My head is rattling against the window Like when we went to Brooklyn I can't stop listening at this point My life is on gapless playback I am seventeen and moving once again Hopefully this home will last Hopefully I'll reignite I am on a river going too fast, but the view is nice And I know how to swim The words are repeating and changing at the same time While my mother sobs softly My father bursts and everyone is silent I am a black sheep It's marked on my skin In all of my cards: "We're praying for you, we love you" Well, act like it And I felt the most at home when I was gone It's 7: 30 on a back porch My eyes are finally open And I know I'm alone The neighborhood is quiet They gather all around Softly: "He loved you"