Vanilla

I always see little girls getting ice cream

And whenever I do, I want to scream

Because of what they order

The flavor they want creates a border

Everyday

Not just one day

But every single day

I hear vanilla people saying things to their vanilla selves

They read vanilla books from vanilla shelves

They have vanilla husbands and vanilla wives

They have vanilla kids who live vanilla lives

The vanilla kids order vanilla flavors

I see her blonde vanilla hair and feel bad for her

She doesn’t know the difference between vanilla and rocky road

She doesn’t have more than one road to travel on

She’s young, but she’s too far gone

The world is a great place to be

But all too often vanilla is all we see

The windows of our vanilla cars fog up and we go into cruise control

We lose control

The vanilla police are on parole

Getting nowhere fast

Getting nowhere at all

There’s not even a place to fall

There’s just flat

Like how we used to think the earth was

Until some not so vanilla guy told us to believe him

So like sheep we breathed in

Together like a herd

Though we’re together we’re still unheard

People always say to follow your dream

Then turn around and keep up with the Jone’s

It makes me want to scream

Pick a side please

How can you possibly be giving vanilla advice to someone who is on a rocky road

Life is a rocky road

But only of you want it to be

But what’s the point of living if it’s vanilla

If all that’s in your future is bullet points,

And vanilla movement with vanilla joints

Why not just take a bullet now?