Love me if you can,
leave me if I’m too much.
I want a man that trembles at my touch.
If it’s not you, save us both the trouble,
let’s end it on a chuckle.
Love me if you can,
leave me if I’m not enough.
I want a man that loves me just as much.
If it’s not you, save us both the trouble,
let’s skip through the struggle,
and go straight to the end.
–S.
I hope you know,
you’re not the worst thing you’ve ever done.
I hope you know,
the light still shines on you, the sun will come.
I hope you know,
you’ll get to the other side, you will overcome.
I hope you know,
yourself you cannot outrun.
I know you know,
you’re not the worst thing you’ve ever done.
–S.
I’m missing someone I’ve never even met.
I guess that makes me kind of sick in the head.
I’m still searching for you in every crowded room.
I’m hoping that you’ll be here very soon.
Tired of the ups and downs of doom and gloom.
Wishing we were shoulder to shoulder in a bedroom.
I’m missing someone I’ve never even met.
I guess that makes me kind of sick in the head.
–S.
Well, are you coming after all?
There’s been no phone call,
to tell me otherwise.
I assume you hit a wall,
or never received the directions at all.
Well, are you coming after all?
Did you get stuck?
Are you down on your luck?
Are you in a situation you can’t escape?
Are you surrounded by a totally difference landscape?
Well, are you coming after all?
Did you hit your head?
Were you declared brain dead?
I’m not sure what all you’ve been up to,
but I know you’ve already made me so blue,
longing for you.
Well, are you coming after all?
–S.
Pull yourself up by your bootstraps, Bonnie.
I know you can do it, honey.
Lace them up,
both feet solid, on the ground.
I know you can turn it all around, honey.
Pull yourself up by your bootstraps, Bonnie.
–S.
I could color my hair lighter.
Make sure my smile’s brighter.
Wear my skirts higher.
Ignore the fact that you’re a liar.
Spend longer on your desire.
Ignite your lust, like fire.
I’d lose you anyway,
wouldn’t I, fighter?
I can’t make you stay.
I can’t make you see it my way.
On the last day,
hey,
it’s okay,
I knew, I’d lose you anyway.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 