(2014)
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter