Here you are and does it feel like you thought it would?
Will you be happy here like you thought you could?
Discomfort never felt so dissettling
Inadequacy never felt so heart-werenching
Sorrow never felt so soul-drenching.
You're not through with mourning yet
You're not like these people
Not at all
Not at all
and you lack that bravery to believe that that is beautiful
Out of place
Out of sight
Out of mind
Pack your bags and rewind
Ettle weiss and coffee grinds
reading in between those lines
and living resurrection
Feeling those moments of joy
just as deep as you feel this rejection
longing to feel some connection
to these four white walls
Pathetic and alone in Montreal.