WRONG SIDE OUT

I’m the girl that smokes with the windows closed,
I ash my cigarette in a glass half full,
But I keep searching on,
For ways to attract karma, canceling drama.

I am sick of them calling me darling, you’re troubling.
But I’m crawling away, trying to make sense.
So I accepted your guidance, but there’s dependence
When I scream liberty and self-governance.

Now tell me you’re holding me no more.
Look me in the eyes and keep going on
Even when my tears are rolling.

I will escape this, even if I have to die too young.
I will still live, I will still breathe a choking air.

Numbness in my brain, but look there’s my train!
I’ll run for it… in my mind, but I’ll survive.
I’ll make it somehow, without doing a bow
Or useless vows.

Risks? I go all the way,
Not needing tricks or getting fixed.
I’ve been a fool for too long, why prolong
This? His? Us? What?

You are just a pretty face, longing for my embrace,
But there’s no trace of confidence, deliverance
And you are upside down, looking around
But I can drown, from your rubber crown.
You’re a clown, you never frown
And I’ve been around past my bedtime.

I see the way people want to be impressed
Getting undressed, messed, depressed.
Who do we want to be? Living in a tree,
Or staying pretty? Doesn’t it get ugly?

But, Look! The sunset…or the sunrise?
Here, on the wrong side out.

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