All that you said you’d never do,
you did.
All that you said you’d do,
you never did.
I’d never doubt you,
I had once said;
I don’t know what to think.
All I am now is
I doubt it
on legs.

I was born with the moon at my feet.
Maybe that's why I'm "so hard to reach"–
not impossible, just hard–
I'm always some distance away.
One step,
Two steps,
One giant leap.

even my thoughts lie to me

you could stack up all the bricks
in the world then slap a roof onto
them and it still wouldn't feel
like home.
just a box with a ****** excuse
for a roof.

To be honest,
I'm sad all the time
I'm tired all the time
the good thing is
that I don't have to
pretend I'm happy
all the time

is coming home feeling miserable
and your mother knows just what to do
to fix you up.

It
is hugging your siblings, and they find it
strange
but you hug them anyway.

It
is waking up feeling like there's nothing
a good cup of coffee
can't fix.

It
is walking around
all smiles, just smiles
and you can't explain why.

It
is what just can't be
explained properly
even if you use the whole dictionary.

you're letting
every piece of you
scatter to the winds,
and here i am,
picking up every last bit
even though i'm beginning
to
    fall
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