i USe To USe CoTToN
aND NoW i LiVe iN SaTiN.
SoMeTiMeS i FoRGoT HoW My eYe-HoLeS HaD FeLL,
My SPoiLeD iRiSeS WouLD NoT KeeP SiLeNT.
SHouLD My aCT HaVe BeeN CLeaNeR,
My GuiLT WouLD eNTWiNe MeioPia.
HaD i aLWaYS FoRGoTTeN My FiRST MiSTaKeS,
i'D KeeP FuCKiNG THiNGS uP oVeR aND oVeR aGaiN.
iT iS uNCoMFoRTaBLe WHeN WiNTeR MeLTS
aND THe CiNDeRS KeeP SCoRCHiNG THe
iNSiDe oF THe Tea LeaVeS
oNLY WiTH a LiTTLe PuSHiNG
WiLL i RuiN WHaT PuDDLe iT LeFT Me WiTH.
i KNoW,
BuT i FeaR
BeCauSe
i aM HuMaN.
THaT'S NoT My FauLT.
i HaVe My SCaRS,
THouGH i'Ve BeeN WaSHeD MaNY TiMeS.
WHiCH MeaNS i CaN HeaL,
THouGH NoT CoMPLeTLY.
i MeaN No HaRM WHeN PaRoNia STRiKeS,
NoR Do i MeaN To LeaVe eVeRyoNe WoNDeRiNG
(eSPeCiaLLy You)
My SHoRTCoMiNGS SCaRe Me,
aND THeRe'S No eXCuSe BuT THaT oF NoRMaLiTY.
WHeN THiNGS DoN'T FaLL iNTo PLaCe,
i TWiST aND
TuRN oN THe NiGHT-LiGHT--
i'M STiLL a LiTTLe SCaReD oF THe DaRK.
i CaN'T WaLK BaReFooT oN a FLooR
THaT iS LaCeD WiTH BRoKeN GLaSS.
i WoN'T PuSH MySeLF oNTo 33-1/3 SPeeD
WHeN THe NeeDLe LoVeS 78.
you SaiD i WaS a GHoST--
i aM, aND i NeeD youR SHeeTS To KeeP Me aLiVe.
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