I don't ask you how your day is
Because it's probably better than mine
So usually I wait for you to ask how mine is
So I can finally cry
And be vulnerable for once

My shoes can never stay tied
And they don't make jeans with short enough legs
So my pants are always ripped at the bottom
Mom shrunk my favorite sweater
So now I don't even bother wearing nice things
Or washing my car
It'll just get ***** again, anyway
That's not to say I don't shower
Hygiene is still an important factor

I wish I had a typewriter
So I could pretend to be fancy and old fashioned
I would write stories and make that little "Bing" sound every time the paper moved down a line

Why is it we always want what we don't have?
It's like we never have enough in this world
Are we selfish or is it just that need for a new adventure?

All I really know anymore is
Even if you think you are having the worst day ever
There is always someone out there
Who is having it much worse