Perfect Teeth Petey

I’m sorry, I was barely listening
I was barely holding it together
While I stare between the spacin’ in your front teeth

Relative to what, it seems to go on infinitely
The universe you can’t see
The different versions of me

Of varying degrees, achieving different dreams
And never starting
Am I barreling through the darkness or stuck in it?

I wonder where I fit in
On the spectrum of my outcomes
I had a space like yours once, but sadly couldn’t face it

I fixed it up with braces
I made my parents pay a couple thousand dollars
Just to look like every other child

A perfect little smile made uniform by metal
A bond we share together
An anxious little trademark

I’m sorry, maybe I’m just lucky
Maybe if the TSA could screen intrusive thoughts
Then I’d get caught up in security