Happy Birthday to Myself
thought of you a few
it’s my birthday too
why can’t you go?
the show’s over

fall back, lie in snow
so numb, can’t feel the cold
playing with fool’s gold
remember my soul was sold

five months
but you still seem to show every hour
taste still sour
glad i never sent those flowers

sad that i jumped towers
the power, it was ours
could’ve had mars
watched the stars, the showers

our cars
your musical chairs
my fears
those hours you volunteered
how you said you liked my face
what are you hiding under that beard?
moving on’s hard
lie in the yard as i wait for a shooting star
can i have one more?
no response, left scarred

looking somewhere else
help me, let me find myself
i’m just jealous
how you were obsessed with yourself
while i sat and expressed myself

i don’t even regret
the love was that intense
leaving me depressed
a magnitude of defense

my two cents, my sixth sense
these events were what they were
all that they were
an entrepreneur needs to come and go
show me the world and leave me curled
so i understand what it’s like to be disturbed
when i need to help someone find the cure

always and forever yours
as i shut the door