Comeback Kid

Too many boys in my life have told me they like me better when I'm drunk.

A little loose, a little tipsy, a little doesn't-mind-hands-on-waist-creeping-lower.

They say I'm more fun like that;

and I think,

Of course I am.

The night I get too drunk and climb those stone pillars in the middle of campus

you say I'm being reckless,

And I say,

"Isn’t this the way you like me?

When I'm on the edge?

When you know your hands are the only thing

keeping me from jumping?"

You say I'm being reckless,

and I say,

"I'm indestructible."

I show you all the places people loved me too roughly,

all the places people tried to call their own;

They're still my own.

I tell you of the other boy who also liked me better when I was drunk.

How he chewed me whole and spit me back out.

I tell you how being reckless now comes naturally.

Comes as survival.

Comes as the only thing I'm good at.

The only thing I'll ever be good at.