Grace and Gravity

i’m a try hard silver liner  

but a diehard pessimist  

a resentful easy crier,  

it gets worse when i resist  

 

all the grievers in the garden  

look at us with pity eyes  

i try to cut the tension  

then feel bad for making light 

 

everyone knows i can’t mourn right 

 

i’m a mythologizer  

so you’re magic to me  

i want your grace  

and your gravity  

 

all the grievers in the garden  

trying to put you into words  

but i’m too busy crying  

to hear anything but birds 

  

til my mother shares a sentiment  

only a daughter can  

she says you were the gravity that held us together  

 

chorus 

 

i’ve got a sinking feeling  

what i want most to be  

is an honor only bestowed posthumously  

i’ve mistaken privilege  

for hindsight’s cruelty  

only in your absence can we see  

your grace and your gravity  

 

i want you grace  

and i want to be  

gravity