How to Bail Completely (In Case of Imminent Death)
Quote me when I recite to you The places I thought I would be After a yearlong writing excuses On the backs of my hands Next to the burns that you couldn't stand Becca, I'm sorry. It’s a painful reminder
When you think you're alone, just take time To know that everyone is staring out the window Waiting for the warmth to come back Just like you
Now I'm drawing a crowd To come and watch me Make a storm of all the clouds With silver linings All along the town That has spent so much of all of us But goddamn, I'm so tired of blaming this place
I am finding myself for the first time in years And it's so damn beautiful