Well Damn the streak is truly done
And maybe I was compensating
for all the ways I didn’t measure up
it’s just myself that I’m berating
I’m used to talking to myself
I’m used to arguing at that
a little crazy it might be
I’m not afraid to wear that hat
well damn I’ll kick it off again
what else is there but pushing
trying to break through somehow
the sacred marshmallows I’m smooshing
I always think I’ll get farther
I always think I’ll get better
but better not think too much
fate will drive me off a cliff
if I let her
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