Having an old friend track you down because they just wanted to say hi is a very sweet feeling.
Track down an old friend today, please. They may need it.

Will the check clear?
Who's house can I got to for dinner tonight?
Being so used to these questions you don't even know they count as fear. Listening to your parents because they're always right.

"if that's how it is, then that's how it is."
Simplicity, I was told, was something to be admired.
Turns out I'm just not a simple girl.
I like the complex. I can't always understand it but it does not frighten me.
"If that's how it is, why?"

Moved from climate where sixty is cold. It's now twenty outside and my joints are old.

Bad hair day hidden under insulated hat. Oversized sweaters covering holiday fat.

Things somehow feel better when the weather turns bitter.

Freezing fingers but a warm core.
Breath visible as I exhale

Turns out the tropes have a basis
Hallmark movies may be on to something

Looking back to see our future
As visible as our breath and just as solid.

She doesn't smoke cigarettes, just the occasional prescription vape.

It gets hard to sleep when wounds flare up and ache.

Shot knees from proving you're not to be picked on, you're like Daniel San.

Getting stomped wouldn't be so bad if they weren't saying such hurtful things while doing it.

I didn’t replace my computer when it broke.
I’d built many from from parts gifted from family and friends.
They always sucked at math and games, that’s what made them dangerous to my brains.
I would have nothing else to do but peck at keys against a bright white screen.

What would it mean?
If I wrote it
Would this song about a spider and a home be about being alone?
This one sings of parties where they can’t be seen
I wrote this about the fear of being me
Another one, this time about a long ‘n’ un-straight road
Meandering and never taking you where you need to go