They're paying me thirteen an hour

To peel the stickers off the bathroom stalls

And I'm grateful for the work

But I can't tell if they look better or worse

Than when I started

Beauty can be frustrating

All the effort it takes to maintain it

I will build an effigy to all the things

That I used to believe

Some objects look their best when they are burning

I didn't cope with winter well

And now I'm living in my mother's basement again

I found this old photograph where I'm dressed up as Caesar

At my first Halloween

And for a second I was the center of the universe

But I've been spiraling out ever since

I guess they should have just

Dressed me up as an astronaut instead

I will write a eulogy for all the things

That I could have been

Maybe it's for the best

Those dreams are dead

'Cause I would have been a terrible president

And maybe an even worse anarchist

I just hope something gorgeous grows from the dirt

Though the walls are closing in, the windows are too

And though the blinds are shut too tight for the light to get through

Our eyes will adjust to the darkness

And what surrounds us will come into full view

When it does I'm glad, that movement wasn't monsters

But was you

So let's sing out the only hymn that still means anything

We are broken but

We are healing