HRT

I'll do my best to be softer

I'll be tap water

Slipping through unknown claws

I'll get strong

And I'll get better

Or at the very least

The days will keep moving on

But in all the awful days ahead

If our wounds won't heal over

If we can make the world our bed

We can crawl beneath the covers

We can hold ourselves instead

While it's peeking through the mirrors

While it gets nearer overhead

We'll hold ourselves together

Hold ourselves

I'm gonna paint my nails grey

I'm gonna paint my nails grey

The only thing I did was sleep out on the couch today

I'm gonna paint my nails grey