I'm picking out
a shirt to wear.
It's been three months,
at least since I last had to care about whether
what I was wearing was a complete embarrassment.
The story that
we always love.
The hero who flips off his boss.
It's nice pretending for a little
moment that we're not complete cowards.
I probably just back down.
I just back down.
I always hate.
Sheds my interest, but not my taste.
It's like a grotesque mirror's been
constructed facing straight into my house.
Inst
I would share those hearts be
What I'm all for entirely
To finish it with nothing you'd like me to be
We exchange the same child
We exchange the same child
We exchange the same child
We exchange the same child
