I think I have to be good, good at everything, good at being bad
Check the boxes and qualify fulfill fantasies and bend to wills like wind
Every step on my good girl walk with bounce in my breast and tear in my eye
Brings me nearer to earning a place in your bed where I am safe and unsafe,
Arriving at yes, arriving at rest. quiet in my mind as my body contorts
Travel travel travel sink sink sink
The road of thank you for having me in your hand, your mouth, your life
Thank you for being here I appreciate you taking the time but
Hold my hand when I tell you there probably will not be another;
There is no arrival. I must find a different struggle now.