play dress-up with clothes too tight
and shoes that slip in the heel
but make you taller than you seem;
hold yourself gracefully and never let a word
outside of social constructs breach your lips
throw around a smile as painted as a mask
leave lipstick prints on napkins and call them art
even as the water glass falls from your hand
close the door while you dance to cassette tapes
and hold your head up high when a boy calls you pretty -
the halls are your playground
and hes dying to hold your hand
design yourself a bedroom of lace and tulle;
take out the trash and throw your heart in too
you were never daddys little girl
but you were mothers pride and joy
never attach yourself to anything
but love deeply, live innocently
ghost through and throughout a sound
and maybe they wont see the calendars years turn
