Unadulterated and awkward
It's becoming the way I want it
Release, pull back, move on, or collapse
Perplex, reject
Misplace this attitude of complacency
I did so well this past year
Pretending as if I was in the clear
But I am not human, not even woman
All that was hoped for was a pair of dirty shoes
And the twenty-first century blues
Now the tape deck's still clicking
Egyptian cotton still clinging
To every curve, corner, and crevice