i fall down the hill
’cause the grass rips straight out of the muddy ground
and the rain makes my hair go frizzy
i ruin my favorite pair of jeans
and i cry into my muddy fingers on the way home
i throw shit at the wall just to see what sticks
and i give up on myself, a little bit
’cause the only thing i want to write about
is just behind the door
i scream, and i shout, and i don’t know what to believe anymore
because the more i learn, the more confusing it gets
and i’m doing a puzzle with half the pieces missing
i’m trying to repair something that doesn’t need fixing
yeah i’m walking barefoot through the rain
plastering a smile over asphalt despair
gnashing my teeth, and pulling out my hair
cause all i can see is
stinging nettle glory;
burn my tongue on hot tea
and let its answer roll out before me