The Things We Don’t Post

There’s a picture of me laughing

At a table dressed for two

What you don’t see is the argument We had before we left

the room

There’s a sunset from the highway

With a caption about being free

But I pulled over twenty minutes later

‘Cause I couldn’t stop crying

in the driver’s seat

A thousand little windows Everybody looking through But there’s a whole lot

more to living

Than the parts we choose to show

you

It’s the things we don’t post

The nights nobody knows

The kitchen-floor conversations When the whole world feels too close It’s the

tears and the jokes And the hands that we hold

When there’s nobody watching

That’s the life we know

Oh, the things we don’t post

My mama sent a picture

Of the garden she grew this year

Then she called me just to tell me That she wished that

I was there

My best friend had a baby

Everybody loved the photograph Nobody saw her standing in the bathroom Wondering

if she’d ever get herself back

We make everything look easy With a filter and a smile

But the people who really love us Stay when things aren’t picture-perfect

for a while

It’s the things we don’t post

The nights nobody knows

The kitchen-floor conversations When the whole world feels too close It’s the

tears and the jokes And the hands that we hold

When there’s nobody watching

That’s the life we know

I don’t need a million strangers

To tell me that I’m doing fine

Just a few who know the whole story

And still want to be in mine

IT’S THE THINGS WE DON’T POST

The love that quietly grows The apologies at midnight The way somebody

brings you home It’s the tears and the jokes And the hands

that we hold

When there’s nobody watching

That’s the life we know

Oh, the things we don’t post

And maybe that’s the best part.