If I can number how I'm feeling
On a scale of one to reeling
I'd be off the charts completely
Like some stupid crypto NFT thing

I got cut off in traffic
And the old Honda that passed me
Had my old name on the license plate
Those three letters have become comforting

She's there
She lives in metal stamped by inmates
And she's here
She lives in hairclips and the Lovelace

And I'm scared of public bathrooms
Since growing out my hair
But I only feel okay when I feel out of placе