Miss Fortune
Tell me you haven't been holding on
To the loneliness
All alone
Reaching into pockets
Of last chances
And laying change on the counter
Tell me you haven't hoped
For little paper notes that could float you
Night to night
I pray those pockets
Are silver lined
With ideas
Of spending enough time
That you know you're worth more
Than getting out alive
Tell me you haven't dreamed
And been seduced
By four walls and a bed
Convinced
The only safe-place is in your head
Or that pain isn't real
If given enough time
Please don't tell me
It's all in my mind
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