Pancakes

There was a pancake waiting for me
The stuffed horse didn't want any
And neither did you

If anyone told me I would be alive
To make pancakes the rest of my life
I would say they were lying
But it's true

I thought I'd feel real if I was in a film
But as it turns out there is no "feeling real"
And that's all I was trying

And the thought of you stirring up that pancake batter
Is never really gonna help me feel better
And when I ate ice cream one night in the shower
I felt whimsical but that doesn't matter

It's okay
Don't think about it
Anyway
It's true, I'll admit
You were right all the while
And I think someday I'll
Care about something more than having some sort of plan
I'm sorry but I don't ever think you'll understand

I'll always see more than I'll ever really be
Pretty sure that's kind of a bad thing
You'll always be too wrong and too mean and too weird for me
But eventually I'll probably stop caring