I can see you
through a million eyes
because a million eyes
are looking
And I’m not sure
that I like
what they see
No one sees our fights
or how sloshed you can be
how you hide your age under
fake smiles and paint,
so very much paint
Sure, they see
the curvy wrappings
wiggling and
attracting
I get to see
the awful mess
you really are
Aren’t we blessed ?
