You are anxiety.
When you were little, they called it being a Worry wart. They rolled their eyes when you cried because your mom was late coming home,
Or when you wouldn’t let your dog off the leash.
Art is art, man. A beautiful bullshit
That makes us feel Like we are something More than Smoked cigarettes in laundromats Or holes in clothes we refuse to get rid of. Art is art, man. A medium that ma...
With you, I saw things like Oversized tee shirts and an apartment together And your roommate telling us we were too loud in bed I saw things like adventures and sunsets and reckless kisses in your bac...
"I am a mess”
I say, more sure of it than before I was 22
And less sure of why. “I am a mess”
I say, unapologetically, not seeking councel
It’s a matter of fact. “I am a mess I say, replaying Joni Mit...
I honestly couldn’t tell you
When I decided I could only love The boys who looked at me like an adventure,
The boys who followed me through the air-
Good for nothing and forgetful,
Arrogant and lost.