29 January 2013
I want to be that girl Strumming an old guitar On the sidewalk by the park Singing for cash in her tip jar
And I want to be that artist Selling portraits for hundreds Making green for her creative work And rocking paint stained threads
I want to be that young old soul Peering behind a lens Taking photos and sipping coffee Hiding behind dusty novels and dried up pens
And I want a vintage closet Brimming with thrift store trends Things my mother wore and strangers bought Latest fashions before my friends
I want the thick-rimmed glasses And music no one knows I'd like to be a hipster I'm a wannabe, I suppose
Not So Hipster • Opuss № I