(2014)
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste