(2014)
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
