I just barely make it all the time.
Sometimes I think I'm not makin it at all.
And sometimes I want to come see you
And tell you it's all right.
I know what you're goin through.
You're barely makin it too.

But if I call you,
You'll tell me you're fine.
You just don't want me to see
Your cryin eyes,
Your dirty house,
Your houseplants dyin on the vine.

So I'll stay here in my
Own dirty house
And think of you
And just not call,
But if you call me
I'll tell you true
I'm barely makin it at all.

(I'm gonna go water my houseplants now.)

-jenn