I like the lines on my forehead
A new year blessing or maybe it's a curse
To dull the sharp edge of grief
On a blue-sky Sunday in January
All in a row
Real talk real talk real talk time
Are you yelling at yourself or am I yelling at myself?
Don't ask her to tell you how, either. Just figure it out
Why do people do this
It's just.... nobody understands me
So the fantasy didn't work out
May not be a good trait but it's my trait