Plain Letters - Madison Cunningham

It always shows up at your door when you least expect it

Old wounds from your youth reintroduce themselves to you

Do your best impression of yourself, A watered down version of the way it felt

To be unrecognized, misunderstood and spelled out

In plain letters, In plain letters

The camera’s always on the wrong side of the glass

Is there ever a flattering angle of the facts?

Well do the best impression of yourself

A box within a box in a storage cell, Those who tell you what you are

Poke an insect in a jar, And put in on your name tag

In plain letters, In plain letters

How does it look, when it dries in pen

On your eyes, on your heart, on your emptiness

Well you can’t be surprised by what you’ve come to expect

I hope you find a weakness that you’re stronger than

I hope you find a weakness that you’re stronger than

You’ve got a case of winter that no one’s ever seen

Is that a new bandage on your knees?

Did anybody ask you what was wrong?

Or did they stare at you strange when you asked where you belonged

You know you can’t defeat it, so you run out to greet it but it looks like a

stop sign

In plain letters, In plain letters

How does it look, when it dries in pen

On your eyes, on your heart, on your emptiness

Well you can’t be surprised by what you’ve come to expect

I hope you find a weakness that you’re stronger than

I hope you find a weakness that you’re stronger than

It’s a illiterate feeling and a slow healing, Your world spins like a planet on

your ceiling

And I wish it was enough to convince you of yourself, But it can’t be said

In plain letters, In plain letters