Sweet Hibiscus Tea

Here's the thing: I can't do anything right

Try as I absolutely totally might

The bones are melting, the skeleton is ash

The clavicle detaches and falls with a deafening crash

And I'm not your protagonist

I'm not even my own

I don't know anything

I don't even know what I don't know

And if you look outside you’ll see disintegrating trees

The artificial way the sunlight bounces off the waxy leaves

My heart catches on every thorn

You’re already halfway out the door

And I’ve never looked so old

And I have never been so cold

And it is 85 degrees

I don’t know what I need

There’s lukewarm herbal mango sweet hibiscus tea

On the hot garbage pile in which I fucking sleep

The walls are empty, it’s so ugly

I could burn the whole place down

It wouldn’t catch ‘cause all the posters are on their

Way to my hometown

And I am not your protagonist

I'm not even my own

I don't know anything

I don't even know what I don't know

And if you look outside you’ll see disintegrating trees

The artificial way the sunlight bounces off the glitching leaves

My wet heart catches on every thorn

You’re already halfway out the door

And I'm so tiny and so old

And God it’s never been so cold

And it is 85 degrees

I don’t know what I need