I like pencils over pens
I like erasing my mistakes
I like the idea I can get rid of everything I don’t like
I wish life were like that too
If I could just take a flick of the wrist
And a quick scratch on the paper with a pink nub
That my mistake would be like it’s never there
But that’s not how it works
The real world we only have pens
You can scratch things out
But they’re still kind of there
Pencils over pens
