high voice, that's the closest to being out of pitch, but it's only the most beautiful thing you've ever heard anyway. and everyone thinks you're crazy, for liking broken glass and shattered windows, and you just sit there with that smile on your face that everyone resents. how stupid of them to even think they have a clue what's going through your mind when the only thing they can say is freak. count the letters and sound it out, it won't sound the same to you, it's complimentary to the broken glass. those damn white teeth you're just staring at reverberating air from tooth to tongue and you're tired. the woahs and oahs she woahs and oahs. and you're drifting, they are leaving.