It’s not easy to be everything all at once

when you can’t tell which part of everything

you really are

deep down where embarrassment stings

where a conversation is hard to hold

that’s where it’s hard to find

that one piece of everything you really are

Don’t wanna be that one thing that gets forgotten right

after it happens

Like that odd hand movement you didn’t mean to make

but it happened anyway

maybe on the street

the only one who remembered was you

but it mattered

everyone else forgot already

it’s too late to make it better

but I know you’ll call as soon as I don’t need you

anymore

and I won’t be strong enough to tell you it’s too late