I can tell you all your errors
That you write upon the page
I can tell you that you're acting like your shoe size, not your age

I can tell you that you don't care
Even though I know you do
And when the tears start pouring out, I know that that's my cue

To take back everything I've said
To hold it all inside
To put away the honesty in the crawl space where I hide

I'll zipper up my bottom lip
To keep words from spilling out
And on days when the zipper breaks, my pillow hears the shout

We've come this far with honesty
That I've kept locked away
So why should we be open when today is just one day?