Sylvia Plath Wasn't An Optimist (DEMO) [But I Still Try To Be]

Dylan let's call our therapists, we both know it's been months Coffee and journals don't solve everything You fall into melancholy and I fall prey to indecision Sometimes I just need someone to listen And sitting with you might just be enough Charlie left our town behind, headed straight into the city I'd watched him grow for years Tattooed his tattered sleeve with blue ink and honesty Once a tough decision is now a given We all choose swimming over sinking Wasn't sure I'd come to see you Adam when you said you needed to say goodbye Wasn't sure I'd write a letter brave enough to make you cry Church show in the basement, you kissed my head and said"Remember I'll always be around if you're looking for a friend" There are stories I haven't been making And there's ones I haven't told I didn't always have this weight on my shoulders But I was born with this creaking in my bones It was out of character and I was tired But I grabbed my things and left To make the memories I'll remember I have to do things I won't forget It took another drive to Chicago to remind me of better things Thank you Chicago for once again reminding me That half of life is struggle but the other is poetry Half of life is struggle but the other is meant for us to see Half of life is struggle but the other is poetry There's a promise I made to myself that I intend to keep To see half of life is struggle but the other is pure poetry.