Lemme be a lil old school with this ink on the paper
Can I live in the moment alright and not care about later
Lemme be free as a child, dancing awkward
Lemme make all kind of mistakes,
Even impossible ones
I do feel like imposter
Wherever I go
Whatever I do
Maybe that’s what I am
There’s no escaping
Well **** that
I got burnt thousand times
So that no more scares me
Here I am high and dry
As pretty much always
Perhaps you should fall really down
To build up your wings and fly
All my ex roommates
Are getting married
Are making children
While I’m growing the list of my exes
I cannot relate to their problems
I’m probably too much of a problem myself
So that’s why all of my boyfriends eventually
Got rid of me
Or I got rid of them
Final applause to the old maid
You made it through again
Survival of the heartbreak
Make it plural
So that’s my silly poem
And no morality in it
It’s just a little part of story
About me