White Dress

I could be your new white dress
The one that makes you confident
You could be my old black boots
So I can stand up tall for you

Some days I don’t leave the house
Cause there’s so much they don’t talk about
But if you feel they’ve let you down
Go & get it for yourself

All my days are diamond mines or prison cells
Constantly arriving to find something else
Honestly, just trying to feel less alone
Plant myself a garden & wait out the storm

I could be your black tattoo
The one you got in high school
You could be the higher proof
The kind we like to dance to

These days we don’t even talk
Too numb to even recognize the shock
Maybe this is what we want
But it’s been awhile since we tried to turn it off

All my days are diamond mines or prison cells
Constantly arriving to find something else
Honestly, just trying to feel less alone
Plant myself a garden & wait out the storm

All my days are diamond mines or prison cells
Constantly arriving to find something else
Honestly, just trying to feel less alone
Plant myself a garden & wait out the storm