What the hell is the point
If every dollar you spend
On that little black dress
That's just going to split in the end
Takes you farther away
From your ideal state
Gritting my teeth
Held in the jaws of despair
Feeling the parts of myself
That I didn't think were still there
What's the truth
What's the use
Walking on the sidewalks
Careful not to fall
Think the cracks are going to swallow you
Turn you into salt
Seasick from regrets
That toss a turbulent pall
On every last light
That I since ever turned on
But don't you know
That love can grow
