This week could’ve made psychos wish for souls
and cannibals lose their appetite.
if I can’t comprehend the day,
then let me be insane tonight.
Let me have these dreams–
that sit here now and fear the light of empty pages.
Let me wish to be the homewrecker
in a universe dissatisfaction colors rose gold.
Oh, but why does it seem so right?
Thinking that I could be her senator…
Tonight, let me believe that the pantsuit fit just right,
that my parents won’t worry when they read this,
that there was a feasible number of drinks that could drown my inhibitions…
And let me believe
that there is someone, out there,
who is worth having me.
Someone who can see the saint, the genius, the creator,
and doesn’t make me feel like I’m settling
It was so simple to believe
that he knows what he has.
let me believe that there truly is a second chance.
I’ll design every chance I give boys and girls
to show me that they’ll love all my abilities.
And I’ll keep doing it, over and over,
expecting that some day the results