Still ’bout that bullshit

Same ol dirt digging to find seeds that haven’t rooted
Same ol sly smile signifying nothing in particular
Same ol slimy way of fervently existing
Same ol pocketful of comfortable lies, so I tries…
I try to be someone new when I’m sober
I try to bend my back in a way that reflects rainbows
I try to dance on sunsets when I’m around you
But I’m dumber than you ever give me credit for
Nothing loftier, It’s all the same…same ol, same ol same anyway so
Same ol cosmic loose change jingling around God’s pocket
Same ol silly longing for longing with no aim in mind
Same ol foolish catastrophes covered in cake icing
Same ol girl dressed as a grown woman in disguise….

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