A Note To Self

Swallow your pride
We’re getting older, you and I
And shorn are those short hairs we held them by
For such a short time
Walk toward the light
I know you think we failed at life
But smile with your eyes like you’re satisfied
And try to act polite
You meant what you said
They put a price upon your head
These places your therapist fears to tread
Well, I bet you knocked him dead
This cascade of curls
Us girls were not long for this world
Rounds of applause and self-sabotage
I guess you got turned on
(Save your breath)
And what did you expect?
You had your shot, now perish the thought
(They're yours)
But with all due respect
We never had the heart to make you start
(This dream is all you’ve got)
So who’s left to blame?
Boys raised with hyphenated names
Well middle class slags of a certain age
Well I guess I rest my case
So lift with your knees
They know we’ve nothing up our sleeves
And if speed just makes chalk dust of my back teeth
At least I’ve said my piece
(Save your breath)
And what did you expect?
You lost the plot, now perish the thought
(They're yours)
And with all due respect
You’re mine until the seatbelt sign goes off
Who says dead men don’t talk?
A cascade of curls
Us girls were not long for this world
Rounds of applause and self-sabotage
By now you’ve got turned on