Gracie

"You wanna sing? For the camera?"

"Yeah, let's hear you sing, you're a rockstar!"

"I'm a rockstar? Thanks mama!"

Little scared of my apartment

When no one's ringing my doorbell

I've been living out of suitcases

It kinda feels like a hotel

Coming home for the weekend

Still afraid of change

Guy at the bar calls me "Gracie"

Cause he knew me in the third grade

For that I'll let slide his misogynistic tweets

Just cause in the moment I thought that it was sweet

That whole crew was a nightmare

And we were never really friends

But on the night before Thanksgiving

It was nice to hear that name again

Thumbing through a photo album

See the picture that I love

Of me with all my wonder

A mess of curls in a bathtub

Every time that I think of her smiling with teeth

A wave of guilt comes washes over me

For every time that I've felt ugly

I'm driving down the streets I used to bike and trick or treat

Every garland I string up to tie myself to me

And when life's a tails up penny

And all I have are seeds

I just plant them for the little girl

Who spend all her time singing

"You are a rockstar!"

"I don't feel like I'm a rockstar."

"You don't feel like you're a rockstar? Why not?"

"I haven't done anything yet."

It's no wonder why I feel washed up when I'm only 23

Women start depreciating after 17

When things aren't living up to what I always thought they'd be

I won't break a pinkie promise

That I made to Gracie

"Hey, excuse me, rockstar. What's your name, rockstar?"

"Um, Grace!"