silk gloves on
tighten your smile
strap your shoes
let the show begin
every line
requires my soul
I have no energy to
feed off of
my mouth is
drinking directly from
my soul
I’m an actor in my own life
but I’ve lost my playbook
forgotten my lines
and missed my cues
I forget how she acts
the lead, of course
but only in her own show
I’m worried for the day
the straw keeps *******
the bottom of the glass
no more soul left
to drink up
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 8:22 PM UTC
silk gloves on
tighten your smile
strap your shoes
let the show begin
every line
requires my soul
I have no energy to
feed off of
my mouth is
drinking directly from
my soul
I’m an actor in my own life
but I’ve lost my playbook
forgotten my lines
and missed my cues
I forget how she acts
the lead, of course
but only in her own show
I’m worried for the day
the straw keeps *******
the bottom of the glass
no more soul left
to drink up
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