Let it go.
Like let it snow
But colder
Quiet as a cold shoulder
The high of flinging a boulder
Off your shoulder and into the sea
All that’s left in my head is me.
What do I think?
I’ve never asked
Weighing future against past
Ten people I’d ask and
Twenty people I didn’t ask
Thanks anyway.
What can I say
Got called a bitch
Coming out the driveway
And looked at sideways
For being high for five
of the last five days
Namaste and prayer hands.
God is a woman, an Alanis stan
So I burned the plans
Mister Man authored
Slayed the fathers
Who turned to dragons
When they realized
The knights were their daughters.
KISS MY ANGELES 