So I’m a little underdressed.
And it’s a little short reprieve,
And I forgot to breathe.
And it’s a twirl of color, a swirl,
Like a pink taffeta dress on a girl.
And the lights went out, and it’s all dim
I’m waiting for the end to begin.
No pots of gold at rainbow ends,
Just dirty secrets and lying friends.
I press my screams into the floor
And it’s all been done before.
I close my eyes for a little rest,
Yeah, I’m still down, I’m still depressed.
And as the light trickles down the pane,
I wait for the end to begin again.