Strength doesn’t come from serendipity
Skeletons weren’t just meant to hold you up.
It doesn’t matter if you were the last good thing about this part of town
When all I need to do is drive somewhere else.
It doesn’t matter if you were the last good thing about my weekends
Because Sunday evening rolls around eventually
And I can spend it alone watching black-and-white reruns
Knowing Monday morning takes no prisoners.
And in the end it’s the heartbroken that wins anyways
What’s the point of being vigilant when you just end up victorious?
No one comes out on top without battle scars.
So throw your damn parties
Celebrate your little laurels
All it does is decrease your value in the long run.
I stand battered
Maybe we’re all made of glass
But someone made me bulletproof.
Freshman year I stood untouched
Sophomore year made me an enemy
Junior year made me five
Senior year could make me into an angel
More likely I’ll be a valkyrie,
Warriors are so much more interesting
And God knows life has made me strong enough for it.
You could never imagine brawn I possess
In the sword and the pen,
Have fun being complacent
And peaking in high school.
If you were the last good thing
Then I’ll keep bleeding for another week or two
But the great things are on their way
So I won’t cry anymore on what was just good,
I do pretty darn well on my own.