SMiZE

You wore me as an undershirt
Tucked in your jeans
Eyes blinking beneath buttons
Hidden, unseen
I’m worth more than you think

I’m more afraid of
The man at my door
Than any monster
That’s visited before
I’m smarter than you think
I’m stronger than you think

When you tell the dog, “Good boy!”
What I wouldn’t pay to see
Him look you straight in the eyes
And say don’t patronize me

Chihuahuas should’ve been
Our first red flag
To stop f- with nature
But here we are anyways

You’re the two-word text
After my three lines
I say “Good morning!”
And you say “Good night.”
I’m nicer than you think

In our own little world
I know you love me
But outside our doors
It’s not plain to see
I’m softer than you think
I’m brighter than you think

You want a dirty girl
But you don’t want the mess
Well start picking up cowboy
And stop f- with me

You don’t like crazy girls
But they’re all crazy to you
Your exes all share the same thing
And that one thing is you

Good Boys & Dirty Girls

I was a little girl
With a big girl secret
I had lots of toys
But not enough to keep me
To keep me occupied
When I couldn’t sleep at night
I didn’t fear the dark
For I had a fearless heart

I had a monster friend
Underneath my bed
But soon as I stopped looking under there
I started fearing his intent
What would a monster want
Underneath my bed?
Maybe a friend
Or maybe my precious head

There wouldn’t be monsters under the bed
If we slept under there, too

I was a mid-sized girl
With a middle secret
I was not alone
Petrification would keep me
I’d leap into bed
From fear of protruding hands
I wouldn’t fear the dark
If I had had a fearless heart

I had a monster friend
Underneath my bed
But soon as I stopped looking under there
I started fearing his intent
What would a monster want
Underneath my bed?
Maybe a friend
Or maybe my precious head

There wouldn’t be monsters under the bed
If we took a look or two

Now I’m a grown up girl
With a little secret
I walk calmly to my bed
The dark doesn’t keep me
I wish my fears would fit into a box
Though I don’t fear the dark
I have a fearful heart

There’d still be monsters under the bed
Even if we were monsters, too
We’re monsters, too

Monsters Under The Bed

Holla at me
Grab my p-
And I'll call you 
Mr. President

Honk at me on the street
Rev your engine
In your big truck
Yeah, it gets me wet
(Well, I don't know about that)

Stalk me home
If I notice you
I might as well
Invite you in

You're not a creep
I'm clearly
Here for you
My purpose is to please
(Yeah, I don't quite agree)

Make America
A trash bucket again ™

Holla @ Me

I caught the sun
In my golden shining net
I thought of crowns
The sun placed gently on my head

You saw the look
Across my face
And tried to stifle
The laughs away

My face turned blush
Was it a sunburn or love?

When 24 hours 
Just don't seem enough
That's where the 7 comes from
You be the night
And I'll be the day
You think you're funny, dontcha?

You took your boat
You scooped the moon up from the lake
You licked your fingers
Hoping it would taste like birthday cake

I wish I could see
The look on your face
When you gave
The moon a taste

You got that silver
Sweet softly, softness

When 7 days
Just don't seem enough
That's where 365 comes from
You be the night
And I'll be the day
I think I’m funny, you know

When 365 just isn't enough
What will be next for us?
You'll be the night
And I'll be the day
We're pretty funny, you know

24 Hrs

I'm so bored I'd quit my job
I'd get up one day and go
I'd leave a cup of tea still steaming
'Cause the dramas just too good
I wonder if the tea would go cold
Or still scald the mouth
By time they notice I'm gone

I'm so bored that I'd get married
To any fine young gentleman
Just because I like parties
And being the center of attention
I'm fairly certain it's just temporary
So I'll wear tennies down the aisle
In case I need to escape

I'm so bored I'd have a baby
Just to see if I could see it
They say that motherhood looks good on some
But I'm not sure about the fit
I'll try it on in the dressing room
Then drop it round my ankles
And step out of it

I'm so bored

Blah

He’s the man who believes
That knowledge gives you power
Yet he’ll keep you ignorant
He’ll appear as a stair-less tower
You’ll feel certain that he’s hidden
Boundless treasures all around
He’s the man of opposites
If he says it’s lost you know it’s been found

You’ll see him as a portrait
Lying flat against the wall
And without any warning
He’ll climb out into the three-dimensional world
If you think that you can love him
Be prepared to also hate
He’s the man of opposites
He’s art, but he lacks a shape

Walk away
Walk away
Build strength in your legs every day
So you can walk away
Walk away
‘Cause the man of opposites says to stay

Yet you know
You’d remain
Far too long in his glory
Is it worth
All the pain?
With every joy comes some worry
All you know is you want to feel the weight
If it were easy there’s no way you’d stay
But the opposite of a free bird is a cage
Oh no, do you wanna be his cage?

As soon as his words touch the air
They either plummet or they glide
With a shocking drop of shallowness
Or overwhelming depth mid-flight
He’s the man you’ll find doing
Many things he claims to hate
He’s the man of opposites
He’s a locked book with a ripped out page

You’ll stare up at his tower
That hasn’t any stairs
And in your desperate attempts for entrance
You’ll hope there’s a Rapunzel to let down her hair
But even Rapunzel has no place
In his looming guarded tower
He’s the man of opposites
And to him you’re just one more flower
Planted outside his tower

Walk away
Walk away
Build strength in your legs every day
So you can walk away
Walk away
‘Cause the man of opposites says to stay

Yet you know
You’d remain
Far too long in his glory
Is it worth
All the pain?
With every joy comes some worry
All you know is you want to feel the weight
If it were easy there’s no way you’d stay
But the opposite of a free bird is a cage
And he’ll be quick to call you his cage

He’s the man of opposites
(The who's the cage?)
He’s the man of opposites
(Then who's the cage?)
He’s the man of opposites
(Then who's the cage?)
He hasn’t any opposite
Do you want to be his opposite?
You can’t be
You can’t be
No, no
You can’t be
You can’t be
No, no
You can’t be his opposite

Man Of Opposites

Project started by singer/songwriter Kelsey Muller, dealing with themes of feminism, politics, gender norms, mental health, and love.

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