Good Day

"What is it like to be you all the time?" My sister Meredith asking all her hippy questions The kind that make me laugh till I hear my reply "I guess I don't like being inside my body" At Mom and Dad's its a time warp A time machine Hard to remember my life back in Tennessee What do I do all day if I get nothing done I guess I spend most my time outside my body It's my day off I'm alone In my new house on my phone Give me a perfectly good day Filled with the things I claimed I needed And I won't feel it I check off all the boxes to draw new boxes in I've gotta let this shit go Screaming into a pillow That feels a little better I'll try again tomorrow Looking at Dad it's so easy to see The pain in a pint glass of gin at three Mine is a silent killer, you'd never know I'm on a treadmill, perfection just beyond my reach It's my day off in the sun But a good girl's never done Give me a perfectly good day Filled with the things I claimed I needed And I won't feel it I check off all the boxes to draw new boxes in I've gotta let this shit go Screaming into a pillow That feels a little better I'll try again tomorrow I'm not fucking around I'm staring down the belly of it The very center I so carefully avoided I'm not playing around I'm touching the tenderness Finding the light inside my body