It's a good day
To live in the neck of
Sweet Chicago land
I burnt my finger this morning
On some boiling tea
And my baby held me so sweetly
So tenderly
This morning
Each time he left the bed
To prep for his morning.

We can feel that everything is changing
Trump isn't sniffing
He's taking in large inhalation of breath
Because his voices tremors
And is swept in a great defeat
He's already lost
My angels
Now let's make it a fact.

I wonder
I test and trickle along
Was I so wrong
So right
I'm a monster, a ghost
I hold my flag up high
And yet at times
I feel so deeply alone.

Last years time
Time Hop reminds me
Oh sweet girl
Remember your lost qualities
Sleeping in mermaid leggings
Dirt on your face
Zoom in and out of focus
I didn't know
I didn't know
But god how I tried.

My life
It looks like what I want
And my interior
We play catch up
Making sweeping big decisions
In moments of built up hysteria
I reveal to you
I had to see if you could survive
And you always do.

It's sunny and bright
With a lovely autumn chill
I take the train home
Don't even mind
I know what must be done
And though a few words of
Oh how you have wronged us
Along the way
I dismantle them and say
No
I did what was right
For me.