Try To Be A Filter,

He Was The Boy That Made Mix Tapes With Themes And Hand-colored Covers Until The Day He Hit My Sister And Stopped Crying.

And I Wonder If Anyone Is Really Happy. I Hope They Are. I Really Hope They Are.

I Didn't Know That Other People Thought Things About Me. I Didn't Know That They Looked.

And I Closed My Eyes Because I Wanted To Know Nothing But Her Arms.

All I Could Do Is Lie There And Think About How Much Her Voice Changed When She Asked Me If She Was Pretty, And How Much She Changed When I Answered.