I got a bone to pick like roses
I ain’t feelin’ broken no more-
I haven’t stopped, you’re playing twenty-five eight
self-torture, self-care is on the list- though.
and I’d put some money on forever
still swimming like an ocean
no second hand- beating yourself up
this is something serious.
and I know it’s up to me
ball in my court, keeping score
crossing lanes new and new
and you’ll play from time to time.
and the walls keep gettin’ wider, I just hope I never find ’em
no, no and these are my wings
a second to adjust and take off
and I’ll shoot.
