She was confusion in abundance
and it almost always weighed her down,
when you’re heavy and you’re slow,
you forget to look around.
You think that you’re the only one human
and everyone else is made of stone,
you think your heart’s the only one beating,
that you’re the only one flesh and bone.
In her constant pursuit of meaning
she forgot some simple things,
she forgot to look for depth in men,
so convinced they were all just flings.
When you ask her what she lives for
she’ll tell you, “Nothing much,”
it’s really sad to see that
she’s become her own biggest crutch.