I've found myself lost in a world of text and fake memories,
realizing that I shouldn't have showed up so late.
I heard they learned,
that even if you stop,
the world keeps going.
That you shouldn't go to bed hungry
and expect to wake up full,
cleaning isn’t productive,
feeling like you’ll come home tomorrow doesn't make it true.
That your beauty’s like a wish and it grows with each flash of your historic smile
and your teeth are the presidents
and they're falling out one by one.
The rain doesn't change you,
it just leaves you soaked and chilled.