I cried to a stranger in the target parking lot.
Felt poetic, so I didn't hide.
The stranger smiled like they’d been there, too.
Maybe we all romanticize rock bottom
so it feels less like drowning
and more like performance art.
I cried to a stranger in the target parking lot.
Felt poetic, so I didn't hide.
The stranger smiled like they’d been there, too.
Maybe we all romanticize rock bottom
so it feels less like drowning
and more like performance art.