Don't

A chance encounter, a meeting of the minds
I keep getting asked if I'm all right
Don't mistake my shakes
For fear, enervation or weakness
I'm actually quite enraged
They're definitely not something I was
Born with

Don't scrape your fork on your plate, don't look me in the eye
Why don't you ever ask me if I'm all right?
Hence, what's next
The obsession finally makes sense
This, for me
Seems to be a season of
Revelations

And the rapture doesn't scare me anymore
'Cause I've got one foot in the door
Although, I'll admit
That's the wrong way to look at it
Why can't I ever do things just for the fun of it?



Credits
Writer(s): Ashley Zweig
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