HRT

I'll do my best to be softer I'll be tap water Slipping through unknown claws I'll get strong And I'll get better Or at the very least The days will keep moving on But in all the awful days ahead If our wounds won't heal over If we can make the world our bed We can crawl beneath the covers We can hold ourselves instead While it's peeking through the mirrors While it gets nearer overhead We'll hold ourselves together Hold ourselves I'm gonna paint my nails grey I'm gonna paint my nails grey The only thing I did was sleep out on the couch today I'm gonna paint my nails grey