Mascara in the Rain

No leather tonight.

No lights, no crowd,

no show.

Just rain on a motel window and everything I never let anyone

know

I'm not gonna make a bit out of this one.

I don't have it in me tonight.

I'm just gonna say it plain,

for once, and see if that's alright

I spent nine songs

crying about parking tickets

and dead plants and texts that said "k"

and maybe that was always easier than just saying,

plainly, that most days I'm not okay

Mascara in the rain isn't dramatic,

it's just what happens when you've cried about everything small

that there's nothing left to perform,

no bit left, no punchline,

no wall

Mascara in the rain

I'm not unbreakable,

I never really was

mascara in the rain

but I think that's finally,

finally okay, because

maybe nobody actually needed the rhinestones or the armor or the noise

maybe they just needed somebody real,

even broken, even this

I don't know if I believe that yet.

But I think I want to.

That's new.

Mascara in the rain

I think I'm gonna be okay

mascara in the rain

I think, maybe, for the first time,

I actually mean it

when I say

I'm gonna be okay