make sense

I thought I gave them all I could

No memories left to spare

Driving at high speed

The windows opaque, unprepared

Guess it’s part of growing up

Remind myself that it is not

Spending hours at a party

Waiting for them to say sorry

Broken record over again (and again, and again)

You think the world is ending

Built your walls, put up defences

It doesn’t all need to make sense just yet

Didn’t know how to connect my mouth to my mind

Now I will use my words and draw the line between

Who I was then and what I take with me now

I’m doing better without