Good Day
"What is it like to be you all the time?"
My sister Meredith asking all her hippy questions
The kind that make me laugh till I hear my reply
"I guess I don't like being inside my body"
At Mom and Dad's its a time warp
A time machine
Hard to remember my life back in Tennessee
What do I do all day if I get nothing done
I guess I spend most my time outside my body
It's my day off I'm alone
In my new house on my phone
Give me a perfectly good day
Filled with the things I claimed I needed
And I won't feel it
I check off all the boxes to draw new boxes in
I've gotta let this shit go
Screaming into a pillow
That feels a little better
I'll try again tomorrow
Looking at Dad it's so easy to see
The pain in a pint glass of gin at three
Mine is a silent killer, you'd never know
I'm on a treadmill, perfection just beyond my reach
It's my day off in the sun
But a good girl's never done
Give me a perfectly good day
Filled with the things I claimed I needed
And I won't feel it
I check off all the boxes to draw new boxes in
I've gotta let this shit go
Screaming into a pillow
That feels a little better
I'll try again tomorrow
I'm not fucking around
I'm staring down the belly of it
The very center I so carefully avoided
I'm not playing around I'm touching the tenderness
Finding the light inside my body
My sister Meredith asking all her hippy questions
The kind that make me laugh till I hear my reply
"I guess I don't like being inside my body"
At Mom and Dad's its a time warp
A time machine
Hard to remember my life back in Tennessee
What do I do all day if I get nothing done
I guess I spend most my time outside my body
It's my day off I'm alone
In my new house on my phone
Give me a perfectly good day
Filled with the things I claimed I needed
And I won't feel it
I check off all the boxes to draw new boxes in
I've gotta let this shit go
Screaming into a pillow
That feels a little better
I'll try again tomorrow
Looking at Dad it's so easy to see
The pain in a pint glass of gin at three
Mine is a silent killer, you'd never know
I'm on a treadmill, perfection just beyond my reach
It's my day off in the sun
But a good girl's never done
Give me a perfectly good day
Filled with the things I claimed I needed
And I won't feel it
I check off all the boxes to draw new boxes in
I've gotta let this shit go
Screaming into a pillow
That feels a little better
I'll try again tomorrow
I'm not fucking around
I'm staring down the belly of it
The very center I so carefully avoided
I'm not playing around I'm touching the tenderness
Finding the light inside my body
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Writer(s): Olivia Barton
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