• Trying to fit back into my creative niche
    I wonder if I'll fit better if I try to go in piece by piece
    'Cause girl, not everything is roses
    Or even dandelions for me
    Think of all the days when we fooled ourselves into thinking we were fee
    What a joke
    You know I'm waayy too broke
    But I'll strech every dollar for you
    If only you knew
    All the lengths that I'll go to and
    Do you know that
    God, I'm such an idiot
    And it's something I won't soon forget
    Chalking out verses about regrets until my grief weighs down the pavement
    And hey, lets just ignore that
    For a moment
    I had no clue what to write
    Sitting in the park and shielding my eyes from the morning light
    And staying up late hoping you'll call me tonight
    (No, you won't
    But I'll check my messages a thousand times)
    And these months of waiting
    Are making me ill
    When I can never get enough of you
    And you've always had your fill.