Paper Maché

I’ve lost it again
Fallen off it again
All the choices I’m making, don’t line up

The lessons I learned in my younger years just disappear
Wiser woman, how’d you get back here
So far from where you came, only to return again

Your foolish ways, cling to you like water and clay
Taking its shape
Leaving you hollow and fragile
Ready to break, like paper maché

What do we learn from slipping further every time
Wiser woman, open up your eyes
Still searching in the dark
For pieces of a broken heart

Your foolish ways, disguise themselves in satin and lace
Masking your face
Leaving you hidden and childish
Waiting to imitate, like paper maché

Where does it end
Following the lines back to the beginning
Hoping I can find a silver lining
Within the folds, of my

Foolish ways, still the only fruit I’ve ever tasted
Wasted on my lips
I sip the water from your cup again
Floating away, like paper maché