One more funny kind of fuzzy kind of day.
Tired of saying sorry that I’m still this way,
And I wish I could be better.
Whisper please be gentle, dear,
please don’t mind my lying here.
I’m just waiting for the fog to clear.
Turns out loving you is knowing we’re enough.
We’re not missing pieces and we’re not undone.
We can always just start over.
Like living in a spinning wheel,
upside down and so unreal,
I’m still waiting for my heart to heal.