Yeah... I’m Good (Epilogue)

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When I was younger I was gifted I was gonna go far But now I'm thirty and I'm bitter Reading The Bell Jar Well excuse me, Ms. Plath Spare a second for me? How'd you write how I feel so vividly? I guess that's the funny thing about history A person that never could've pictured me Wrote down my thoughts down so perfectly One cold Massachusetts night in '63 I wonder why everything comes in cycles like spring and fall Like when's next manic high so I don't climb up the wall And which Dr. King quotes will make me want to stand tall And when I gеt back in bed, ask why I wondered at all Wеll nice to meet you, Dr. King, when will I be like you? Never felt the holy spirit so will rage and spite do? They've fueled my life since I was twenty-two Take it or leave it, I won't change not even for you This probably makes no sense to you but I see thirty years Of warm, fake smiles and alienating my peers Perfect white veneers that crack when it sets in That my wit is never tested but my patience sure is And I know what you're thinking, I probably shouldn't say this And you're right but I shouldn't've had those last eight drinks So I'll pop off at the mouth until I get kicked out Of every gin joint in the country and you have no doubt That I'm an arrogant bastard with a chip on my shoulder Because I said I'd never rent, one day I'd be the owner But most days I'm just trying to own my composure And it's only getting worse as I get older Because I learned early on the American way Chewed me up, spit me out, and left me on display I know I should wrap this up in some inspiring way But I'm sorry, I'm just too tired today