Maybe I have a sandpaper soul
Scratching pieces of you into dust
All while wishing you’d stay rough
And also the perfect smooth
You’ve already found your groove
For one who don’t want to know
There’s nothing to prove
I coulda been better
I coulda been best
But the proctor of the test
Keeps the door shut
Locked with a key
Forgot where it’s put
I send reminders daily
But you’re not even looking for me