Showering in vinegar
Unease in my body like a horizon I haven't seen
Yet
Is coming up to my eyes as the roll on over
Yet
Again
Showering in vinegar
Someone has got to wash this dye out of my hair
Yet
Better than you could, but for now I’ll curse my blonde strands like
Hey
Forget that black and red
That was yesterday
Why are you so easily stained?
Showering in vinegar
I can taste it on my tongue and I ask baby
Do
You mean it when you say “I wish you did more of those sweet little things”
I am just trying to compete with your apathy.
Is it better to speak or to die?
Is it better to be loved or be right?
Is it better to have courage or pride?
You
Yes you
Can you understand a thing I write?
It seems too literal to be universal.
But one of these lonely nights
You are gonna feel stained
And find yourself saying fuck it
And shower in vinegar
About the Creator
Eve Luxembourg
Currently taking life far too seriously. I wish I read more than I wrote, yet here we are. I am incredibly cyclical and I like to write down my mind before it shifts.
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