Fine For Nothing

Did my hair, did my healing,

new perfume, same feeling.

Heart heavy, body light,

every mirror says I’m right.

Still no text, still no thrill,

guess I’m fine against my will.

My phone dry, my skin divine —

somebody’s missin’ out on time.

I gave the world a glow-up,

and got no flowers back.

I walk in, they look up —

then fade to black.

I’m fine for nothing,

too good for the function.

Too dressed for the silence,

too soft for the violence.

All this shine, and no one’s blind —

what a crime, I’m nothing but fine.

Lip gloss wasted, mind upgraded,

love playlist—never played it.

Talk sweet, but never stay,

guess I scare the boys away.

Confidence in overdose,

loneliness in better clothes.

If beauty’s power, then what’s this ache?

Queen of her own heartbreak.

Maybe I’m too knowing,

maybe that’s the sin.

Maybe peace looks boring

to the ones I’d let in.

I’m fine for nothing,

too good for the function.

Too dressed for the silence,

too soft for the violence.

All this shine, and no one’s blind —

what a crime, I’m nothing but fine

I’m nothing but fine …