"Drain Me"
I stayed in this city
When I thought it would drain me.
Could feel the road tugging
Against the anchor of family.
And I watched the procession
As they packed up and moved away.
I resolved to look forward
In the place that I would stay.
Took the 54 uptown
To the house I was sorting through.
While packing up memories
In my childhood bedroom,
I filled up these boxes
With things I should have thrown away.
They still sit in the corner untouched in any way.
At a break in a long day,
Found an old ball point pen sketch.
While explaining my drawing
With unaffected disinterest,
I realized I still daydream
About being a woman.
It’s fine, it's just something
Underneath everything.
Like all of these boxes,
Heavy with sentiment,
Sealed and unopened,
I lay under the weight of it.
And I stayed in this city
When it felt like a home to me.
On every block a new landlord
Trying to evict me.
Yeah, I was sleeping on couches
At all my friends’ houses,
Washing rich people’s dishes,
And losing myself in it.
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