Dead Bird

As if I needed you to tell me How to act around All these pick me dipshits With no regard for my anxiety And what do you know about me And what it's like to Hope that a home will Last for the winter Or just one goddamn Birthday party In my bedroom Cupcake candle Bootleg movie Poorly made replica Clearance rack disciple A lifetime of struggle That's nowhere near over And over and over How could you ever know me Well hey That's an awful lot of assuming What people go through But you can't know a house by its Shape or its front door Or even its insides When all of these things are alive Maybe I've been making mountains While you're freezing at its summit Yes I know your feelings matter But I still can't pay my rent Colors feel so blurred and bleeding Out from every pore of my body Pastel hues of true remorse I don't know how we'll ever recover