Year after year filled with hours that stretch
Drip into a bucket that sits on my chest
Denying myself in infinite jest
Predefined outline meant standing out less
"Yes."
It's so easy to say except to my brain
This frame I see myself in isn't the same
As the box I fit in for them, my shifting skin
Held in place by the times I've declined
What I felt within
This bucket of 'fuck it' that sits on my chest
Distorts my self image and robs me of rest
How the **** can I sleep with the secrets I keep
Tired of getting by on half awake visions of my face
I'm pretty in those dreams for no one's sake
One day my eyes will snap open and I will take shape
I'll stand up from the ground and that bucket will fade
I'll walk to a mirror and I'll like what I see
I'll smile to myself cause that girl is me.
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 12:03 PM UTC
Year after year filled with hours that stretch
Drip into a bucket that sits on my chest
Denying myself in infinite jest
Predefined outline meant standing out less
"Yes."
It's so easy to say except to my brain
This frame I see myself in isn't the same
As the box I fit in for them, my shifting skin
Held in place by the times I've declined
What I felt within
This bucket of 'fuck it' that sits on my chest
Distorts my self image and robs me of rest
How the **** can I sleep with the secrets I keep
Tired of getting by on half awake visions of my face
I'm pretty in those dreams for no one's sake
One day my eyes will snap open and I will take shape
I'll stand up from the ground and that bucket will fade
I'll walk to a mirror and I'll like what I see
I'll smile to myself cause that girl is me.
