22 from Good Things by Lake Saint Daniel

I’m always coming up with
A backup plan for this
It makes me so anxious
But I don’t think I can help it

How long have I felt this way?
Not bad but not that great
And what did I do all day?
Made plans to hesitate

It’s what I’m made of
The fear of nothing running through my heart
Guess that’s how I make art

Back home again my love
House full of all our stuff
Just let your eyes adjust
Life’s better than good enough

And now we wake up
In same bed that I thought was too big
I wasn’t lonely
Just seemed that extra room was wasted
That’s when my mother told me

Someday there’ll be somebody who will fill the space beside you
And you should make sure you leave some room in your life for someone new
That kind of talk will only get you somewhere with nothing to lose
It’s not a hill you have to die on you could live on it too

Never knew could be so fatalistic
Giving up on love at 22
Taking pride in being
Difficult to read and far removed
Haven’t been so glad
To fail so hard as when I fell for you
That’s when my backup plan fell through

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