in a little more than a month the sun'll start to be awake longer
cleaning these eggshells, they look like me, leave them on the counter
my mom will throw them away
gave my dog a bath, he was so scared to be warm
so happy when it was done, thanking me over and over
my eyes are on strings wrapped around 6 am
thinking about your favorite spot in rochester and going there all the time
to just maybe run into you there
everything I write is about other people, so selfish and false
I think something that was stone in me is crumbling away
and I'm not always right anymore