Sometimes it’s alright to let nice people be nice To leave your preconceived notions by the side of the road To let your pride slowly die In a shallow grave alone
Sometimes it’s alright To not voice your most negative feeling heard Or to be so insufferable And upset at the world
Just as in time you may find That unassuming and kind Is even easier still When you do not your worst
Have you tried? Are you aware? Or have you already made up your mind? To be this same old insufferable version of worst
From the way you shut down kindness, to way you twist every thoughtful gesture into venom. You are the worst. You behave the worst. And you have my sympathy.