Sometimes it's good to be me,
Good to be me and not you,
Not us.

I'm not us,
And I need me.  To smile and go on
My leap for joy is founded in me,
Not you.

So maybe it isn't you,
Because I'm not us.
And maybe I need to be me with you,
not us.

To feel my heat,
My smile, I stretch your legs
And stiffness holds me
As I hold your legs,
and I keep still, and heavy.

For I know where I sleep,
But not you.
Here in winter coats to brace for storm,
I hold myself, not you,
And speak of my frostbite,
run my bath.

So here I am,
Me in all my self.
And I think that's alright
That's just fine,
To not be you.

And maybe the sky is softer
But the ceilings are lower,
So I'll just be me and I'll try for joy.
Not because I'm not us,
But because I'm me.