i ride the bus
anonymous old lady
in a new city.
hold my phone to my chest
hold everything i'm yet to give
it's not ready yet
flicker over the bridge
the water settles
i'm flat against the glass
then everything settles.
a few years ago
a couple lifetimes ago
a beach house with friends
i went to bed with a thousand bodies
lying in a row
'maybe tomorrow' crept under the door
that breaks my heart, i thought,
that's so sad
so yeah like i said
my heart breaks over, and over, and over, and over,
and in the passenger seat at five thirty in the morning
i made my peace with the fact
that i am completely batshit crazy
roll my eyes
i know i deserve to hang my head
but i hold it high
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