I once touched a tree with charred limbs
The stump was still breathing
But the tops were just ashy remains
I wonder what it’s like to come back from that because
Because sometimes I feel forest fires erupting from my wrists
And the smoke signals sent out are the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen
"I only know how to exist when I’m wanted"
Girls like us are hardly ever wanted you know. We’re used up and sad and drunk and perpetually waiting by the phone for someone to pick up and tell us that we did good.