Falling Apart

My eyeliner’s crooked, my coffee went cold,

Got a pile of clean clothes that I’ll probably never fold.

Practiced being graceful, tripped over the cat,

Laughed until I cried—there’s no fixing that.

Used to crop the pictures where my smile got wide,

Keep the pretty version, tuck the rest inside.

Now my favorite photograph’s a blurry little thing:

Me laughing in the rain, letting everything in.

I spent my best years holding my breath,

Trying to pass some invisible test.

Well, the joke’s on me, but I’m laughing too—

Look what a little letting go can do!

I’m a hot mess, honey, let the record show,

Got my shoes in my hand and a long walk home.

Singing too loud with a full, wild heart,

Turns out I look good falling apart.

Let my mascara run, let the neighbors stare,

There’s a whole lot of lovely going everywhere.

I’ve got more to love than I’ve got to correct—

Oh, I’m finding the beauty in being a mess!

I say the wrong thing, then replay it all night,

Like the ceiling’s gonna tell me how to get it right.

But my friends know the story and they still call back,

Leave a place at the table and a coat on the rack.

Nobody checks my seams when they pull me close,

They love the little things I used to hate the most.

The way I get excited and forget to breathe,

The hundred little versions that add up to me.

I don’t need another before-and-after,

Give me a kitchen full of midnight laughter.

Leave a little frosting on my face—

I’m having too much fun to wipe it away!

I’m a hot mess, honey, let the record show,

Got my shoes in my hand and a long walk home.

Singing too loud with a full, wild heart,

Turns out I look good falling apart.

Let my mascara run, let the neighbors stare,

There’s a whole lot of lovely going everywhere.

I’ve got more to love than I’ve got to correct—

Oh, I’m finding the beauty in being a mess!

Maybe tomorrow I’ll make that bed,

Maybe I’ll untangle the thoughts in my head.

But I won’t make loving myself depend

On getting every loose thread tucked in.

I can grow without hating where I stand—

There’s something worth holding in these shaky hands.

I’m a hot mess, honey, come dance with me,

We can miss every step, we can lose the beat.

Throw our heads back, sing our favorite part—

There’s room for the joy and the unfinished heart.

Let the camera roll, leave the lights turned bright,

I wanna remember what this feels like.

I’ve got more to love than I’ve got to correct—

God, there’s something beautiful about this mess!

Hair coming loose, laughing again—

I think I’m someone I’d like as a friend.