Fried Eggs

I sat in a diner and spoke of my mother
Over eggs that were fried, and you asked me if I'd dyed my hair
I replied with a smile, but I'm scared
That you're staring at me
I'm so funny

I spoke from the heart while I watched your eyes water
Did I say too much have I been a bad daughter
I often wonder if I only speak just to hear myself talk
I'm so funny
But I'm not trying to be
No I'm not trying to be
Anything

I changed the subject to something more light
Then we started dissecting our Enneagram types
You are a seven and I am a four
I'm wondering who could be jealous of who more
It's so funny
But I'm not trying to be
No I'm not trying to be
Anything

I cried speaking my mind
Over fried eggs
My voice broke and I started to choke
I'm not trying to be
Anything

I picked up the check and we walked to my car
And I felt like I showed you too much of my heart
I was ashamed from the start but you told me you were happy to know
I'm so funny
But I'm not trying to be
No I'm not trying to be
Anything



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Writer(s): Emily Fenton
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