Blog by Hannah Frank
I can't compete with the dirty pearls
and the prom dresses from 1938
I can't compete, I can't compete
My mind is supple like that coffee ripple
on the way to my tongue
between my teeth
it's not as long of a road
as it used to be
Oh Lawd me
Praise the truth hold it up like Simba but keep in mind it might be deep in your heart unable to be touched by human hands