You’ve come back But I no longer need you Honestly, I think it’s pretty wack And you clearly don’t have a clue

It’s impossibly this ugly, this sweater But I wear it each week, no matter the weather Full of holes and stretched, with seemingly no neck line I’ll still wear this over anything else, any place, any time

I want to be complete, not perfect Full of imperfections, blemishes and flaws But none of this is anything that needs to be correct For we should be complete, leaving others in awe

In one swift motion I plunged into the ocean The sirens turning the water blue and red As the others stood there, looking on to see if I was dead

It’s the middle of November and I’m trudging through three feet of snow Because, much to my dismay, bodies don’t just bury themselves Starlight dancing on the snow, the wind whisping through the trees, there’s no way to see where to go I have to ditch this body, I’m an expert you see, this is number seven hundred and twelve

The reverse of forward But is it the wrong way? Forwards, still, backwards Life is simple this way

What does the Grim Reaper do in his time off? Does he stay dressed in all black? So emotionally hard and not soft? But the only thing scarier than he, is when he is on vacation Because that’s the first sign of the destruction of civilization

The wind blows my hair I’m standing on the edge again I no longer have a single care It’s time to finally see my old friend

Where do I start with my list of deal breakers? Who wants to hear it? Any takers? I’d rather not say, it’s unbearably long So please just ignore me, ignore my sob song

They said it was the perfect herl, it would never fall off No matter how hard you tried, no matter, how soft Because this glass heel was designed to always last To never break, to remain steadfast, and indefinite past So Cinderella would never meet her true love A heavenly angel, sent from above Who would bear himself if the slipper should fall off But it never will, no matter how hard you try, no matter how soft