In the coach house with nothing but a night light on
I know not to wait.
I wonder what the rest of it all will bring Disappearing into shades of pink and green I'm not sure what to do with my hair next I'm not sure what to do with me next.
I got new ink on my arm I have to cover it all up for a job tomorrow
I know not to wait.
The strong feeling of knowing I'll have to take up a pen and really write And I think, who do I think I even am Eyes on me Eyes on me Maybe I am just that lost little girl A friend of mine described.
My parents aren't together anymore The cold clattering of papers Contracts signed, pens inking away tears of love When they were my age When they thought forever was forever.
I fear love and I fear change Even though I'm the queen of both.