You're stuck carving paths in mud
with steps that never stick
no shorts under my dress
and headphones in
never checking for cars
I'll brave it
the only chance I'll take on the world
you can be the belle of the ball when you’re there
but every night walk home alone
with make up half on
and a crestfallen face
trading pointy heels for ****** flats
hoping one day people will love you for your dedication
and not your presence
meet faces you can’t name in an hour
and names you hope you’ll never have to face
because I pretend I’m too classy for barefoot and ******
I’ll go to three debates in a night and debate if it was worth it the
whole time