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That torn up dress
In the very back, of your closet
Stashed beneath boxes
Forgotten
You had a bad day, today
You feel so angry
But the pillow case is brand new
You think who to call out to
So you make a mess,
To find that torn up dress
The one that lives,
way back in your closet
Throw it over the white cotton pillow
Release what needs to let go,
Sparkles and sequins fall to the floor
You don't notice the blood anymore
Punch with all your strength
'Cause built up stress
Ain't good for your health
You held everything in for so many nights
The way that torn up dress, has
the audacity to destroy your life!
You punch and punch
(you take a break for lunch)
Then you lunge
So sneaky is that torn up dress
Trying to run.
Not so fast, little one
Remove the dress
That torn up dress
It's wrapped around your pillow
Place the real pillowcase back on
The sweet dear pillowcase one
The one you love
Back to the closet
You torn up dress
You've torn up my life,
With that wicked cry
You call it distress,
I call it an unpleasant whine
Back to the closet, you go
Goodbye
(To anyone interested...)
So next time you're upset
You'll know just what to do
Call out to that dress
That lost-cause, good for nothing torn up dress
It will keep you safe
and your beloved pillowcase
It will keep your pillowcase,
Fresh and new
So you make a mess,
To find that torn up dress
The one that lives,
way back in your closet
Throw it over the white cotton pillow
Release what needs to let go,
Sparkles and sequins fall to the floor
You don't notice the blood anymore
I really like this part, but I like the whole thing; I always like what you write. I also think it's cool how you used the word "distress" in there too because "dress" and distress" sound similar.
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive