(2015)
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying