Today can fuck right off
I'm declaring it a mistrial
I'd do something dramatic
but that's really not my style
The hurt ain't caused by people
just silly petty things
that aren't petty really
just the circumstances sting
Whatever I might choose
it might be for the best
whoever got my voodoo doll
can give that shit a rest
I'm tired in ways that sleep won't fix
hurt in places I forgot I had
maybe in six months I might feel
like this ain't that bad
but right here in this moment
it really fucking smarts
I'm doing all the right things
I'm moving the right parts
Patience ain't my strong suit
but this is robbing years
what good is all the therapy
that always ends in tears
Emotions pass I know that
so why is this one stuck?
can we just skip right to the part
where I don't give a fuck?
Whatever I might choose
it might be for the best
whoever got my voodoo doll
can give that shit a rest