Feeling Poetic.

Things change,

and times, they rearrange

but dont move my sofa

because I'm so used to where it is now

that if my heart were to be set

on the way it is now,

and it were to be different at any given moment

i would break into several pieces

eyes dry as i cross into the dye

hands and legs meet because im cold

and the only thing i can blame shit on is,

well, that i'm just getting old.

Maybe I wasn't always right

because somewhere inside myself I found fault

and its okay

because somewhere in you i found fault

as well,

and im a happy girl, can't you tell?

the ringing in my ear

hasnt stopped for days

I blame it on have picking up your bad ways

habits and luxuries

2 for 1 on a night where hitting the spot counts

and count me in for many more years

because I, I wasn't always right.

xo xo xoxo noey.