Just The Cat
what’s that?
oh, it was just the cat
she was clueless
what’s on your wrist?
oh, it’s just a scratch
i was working outside
it was from the plants
i fell against one of the rocks
“it seems you’ve been attacked”
“i’ve just been unlucky with my hands”
with my arms, with my legs
can’t ever explain anything to anyone
it’s too hard
nobody listens
nobody ever will
they’ve got it too good
they don’t know
i’m a pro at talking
while people pretend to listen
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