Sunday, February 24, 2013

White (Kind of Like I Do)


We have white tiles,
On our bathroom walls.
They show the wear and tear,
More than they should,
Kind of like I do,
Kind of like I do.

We have a white rug,
On our floor,
It's got stains,
That are hard to ignore,
Kind of like I do,
Kind of like I do.


It doesn't mean anything,
It doesn't change anything,
Except the way I see myself,
And it's not supposed to do that.
I shouldn't feel this way,
I shouldn't cry this way,
But I kind of do,
Yeah, I kind of do.

 I shouldn't be,
Staring at myself,
Wondering who that,
Person's s'posed to be,
Kind of like I do,
Kind of like I do.
I should try to say,
More than "Nothing's changed,"
Try not to snub you,
When you ask if I'm okay,
Kind of like I do,
Kind of like I do.
It doesn't mean anything,
It doesn't change anything,
Except the way I see myself,
And it's not supposed to do that.
I shouldn't feel this way,
I shouldn't cry this way,
But I kind of do,
Yeah, I kind of do.

There's a white blanket,
Thrown across my bed.
I should've made it;
Shouldn't feel dead,
Kind of like I do,
Kind of like I do.
There's a closet full,
Of things I loved,
I should pull them out,
Not let them collect dust,
Kind of like I do,
Kind of like I do.
 It doesn't mean anything,
It doesn't change anything,
Except the way I see myself,
And it's not supposed to do that.
I shouldn't feel this way,
I shouldn't cry this way,
But I kind of do,
Yeah, I kind of do.

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