JENNY WILCOX

Page after page they go by
I mark each day off on my calendar
With my big red pen
It’s been eleven years
In this box I’ve filled with hot salt tears
And this sad, fat face that forgot how to smile

I never thought I’d make it
Well now I’m here and here I’m staying
Give up the leash and walk away

I wear my heart on my sleeve
And I complain when it bleeds
I cannot get this stain off my shirt
In between all the cracks and crud
And all the things they say I’ve done
Were words too big for lips so young

I never thought I’d make it
Well now I’m here and here I’m staying
Give up the leash and walk away

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