Seeking Stability.

Pushing patriarchy aside and asking it to be my bitch

Bow down to the powers that be that reside inside of me

Playing these strings like a violin

I couldn't know your touch until I let you in

Too late now for mistakes and regret

So fill up your glass and drink to forget

And your glasses, the way you wear them so far down your nose

I hate it, you look stupid, that trend died out long ago

Just like we did, but I'm still holding on to your face

Like a death grip on something that was never mine in the first place

 So as you forget and suppress memories of we

I'll always remember the girl that died with you, that was once me