Pinned to my bed smelling like Whiting
I lay covering the hole Cleo wants to explore
Should probably reach out across this tiny room
Call the doctor and say "whoops I f*cked up, help"
But I can't swallow my pride just yet
In practice since September, haven't made it that far
I dug this hole with my bare hands
Dirty and soiled with grime beneath my nails
Entertaining a hedgehog through my daze
I blink and the day's past
Black mold in my kitchen as my depression nests itself
I could fly
If I just hopped in the shower again
Let the water wake me up out this winter haze
Put back on my human face
But I'm just here pinned
Not even in the sexy way
I'm sending Morse code through the kitchen window
But the hundred year old tree won't let it shine
Oh god, mom was right
I just wanna fly
I could fly
If someone just pushed me into the shower
Shake out this winter haze