expelled

my expulsion notice came today

so i packed my pink suitcase and hopped on the train

before i left, put a note upon my bed, it read

"gotta run or i might as well be dead."

my grandmother was surprised when i arrived

"you should have told me you needed a ride."

i calmly explained to her that runaways don't have time

and, as for rent, could my down payment be a dime?

it was a cold and wintry day

still, i marched my butt all up and down Steinway

trying to find a job, at Rite Aid or Dwayne Reade

the managers shook their heads, for employees they've no need

i look around, discouraged, and close both my eyes

today was hell, and now, i find, to my surprise

it was just a little dream, i'm waking in my bed

i'm always imagining things inside my pretty head

sorry to make you believe

in all the craziness inside of me

i'll see you later, don't have much time to talk

gotta clean up this house so my mother doesn't squawk