I’m that woman bloodstained from toppled over buses,
When I get back on my feet my first errand,
Buy the same white clothes
That I was wearing.
Laughing in the face of death,
Driving too fast over bridges,
Guess I used to be afraid,
Now I laugh
Guess I got brave.
Obsessed with ambition from my depression-
Riddled days,
Making up for lost time
Woken from my haze.
