She looked into the night sky and pondered her place.
Perhaps she was just a gathering of dust on a rocky mote flying through emptiness.
It made her feel small and insignificant,
Refuse of exploded suns long since forgotten in the cosmic background.
If that was it, well, that was still pretty cool.
The fact that her ancestors were ancient suns lightened her soul, and her smile lit up the night.
“So cool that you know how to play the guitar.”
“Kind of you to say, but I’m the drummer, remember?”
“I know. That’s why we supposedly brought you into the band.”
“Let me get this straight., were you being sarcastic?”
“Lots of love, dude, but call us back when you can count to four.”
Ripping up the broken tiles by breaking them some more, how cool is that?
Underneath the subfloor doesn’t look that bitch’n, soooooo
Gonna lay me down some burnt orange shag. Make the bathroom groovy again!
Young at heart, her dad tried to look cool
Only he had no chance, and she knew it
Unaware of his odds, he struck a pose in front of her friends
They burst out laughing at his ineptness
He looked crestfallen, until she clapped, then hugged him
Count me as one of the choir nerds
Looking on with envy at the cool kids over there
It kind of wants to make me gag
Questioning why it couldn’t be me
Until some orchestra kid tries to sit at our table
Even us choir nerds have standards
Heaving a huge sigh as I sweated through my shirt
Ordinarily, I am as cool as the other side of the pillow
That’s when she turned up the heat by smiling at me