HRT

I'll do my best to be softer
I'll be tap water
Slipping through unknown claws

I'll get strong
And I'll get better
Or at the very least
The days will keep moving on

But in all the awful days ahead
If our wounds won't heal over
If we can make the world our bed
We can crawl beneath the covers

We can hold ourselves instead
While it's peeking through the mirrors
While it gets nearer overhead
We'll hold ourselves together
Hold ourselves

I'm gonna paint my nails grey
I'm gonna paint my nails grey
The only thing I did was sleep out on the couch today
I'm gonna paint my nails grey