Smoothing out the creases
It’s picture perfect straight
All in order now
The chair the lamp and
She lights her letters and journals on fire
And takes a step outside
And walks along the edge of her mind
Can't go back this time
Glass castle
And her favorite book
The silver ring she wears
And the gifts she gives
I'm sorry didn't want to hurt you
I couldn't be the child
You thought you’d raised
