"goodbye to all that."
i spent the winter on my side
i kept love waiting
bruising your heart but not my pride
in hidden places i was looking for answers
“southern hospitality” — I think I will recover.
you should have known that i wasn’t ready
but you are not the kind to weigh out your identity.
honest but incomplete. my life is a pattern.
you waited patiently, planting your atom.
but i’m just a “backup” for when you get sick of the heartache.
i am going north
i am leaving you in my wake.
you should have known that you weren’t ready.
tried to hold my hand that night while i was waiting for somebody.
just ugly enough to get caught in your sights
but you won’t be able to make me feel small
i don’t want to know what your dad said on the phone
i will fall asleep with no one by my side.