I hate this swirl of wash
this mash and slosh
this snow of cold
this crisp and bold
this hair that twirls
and gray with boots
and bright red
and always attention
and smiles with razors mixed in
I hate this
I hate the way I forget to remember
I wont be getting any thinner
that 99.9 isn't 100%
to your dismay it isn't twins
I didn't want your man old dear
but I enjoyed your anxiety when you knew I was near