We all wear sweatpants
And no one else matters
And I know I have it good

Everyone gives me
Their 2 cents
And it all kind of
Makes good sense
But I make my own choices

Don't think me disillusioned--
Think me warm,
Lying between them
With rosy cheeks

It all feels so casual
So vague
Yet still tears fill my eyes
When I think
I must love them

It doesn't feel like usual
It's raw
Not like wildflowers
More like the earth
From which they grow

It feels like that afternoon
I sat on my porch
And watched the lightning
Streak violet electricity
They’re not the thunder
Just the feeling