i take my time
and i sip my wine like it’s water
to stay “introspective” as i call it
but in reality each feeble sip feels
a little more like teenage angst rather than
finding myself or one day at a time
after all im not a teenager anymore
i like to think that i am grown
but one day at a time moves too fast
and too slow at the same time
no matter what i do ill always feel a little like
im behind everyone else
but ill chew up and swallow the feeling
ill wash it down with poison
and pray three words will make it all better
as if it it some pursuit of happiness
beyond bittersweet nostalgia
ironically
three words make me lose my faith
because
one day at a time
is torture and five words - so
ill take my time and sip my wine
and I’ll try again tomorrow
and the next day, and the next day
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 6:42 PM UTC
i take my time
and i sip my wine like it’s water
to stay “introspective” as i call it
but in reality each feeble sip feels
a little more like teenage angst rather than
finding myself or one day at a time
after all im not a teenager anymore
i like to think that i am grown
but one day at a time moves too fast
and too slow at the same time
no matter what i do ill always feel a little like
im behind everyone else
but ill chew up and swallow the feeling
ill wash it down with poison
and pray three words will make it all better
as if it it some pursuit of happiness
beyond bittersweet nostalgia
ironically
three words make me lose my faith
because
one day at a time
is torture and five words - so
ill take my time and sip my wine
and I’ll try again tomorrow
and the next day, and the next day
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