What lessons I've learned
From this season turned
Minutes of singing sleep
Where the spoon stirs the cup that the zipless keep
Self, you're a mess
With secret sadness
Filling a whole with salt and sweet
The dance is tiresome
Weary legs gone numb
Writing with your pen
While the gloves wet with rain are lost again
Self, you're a mess with secret sadness
God-sized hole where you will sleep
Self you're a mess with secret sadness
Filling a whole with salt and sweet