Lower (Things My Mother Says)

My mother says my edges are too sharp

I need to be softer; rounder

Lower my expectations 

Do I really think the man for me is still out there? 

Lower my standards  

Looks at me incredulously 

Eyes that say how dare I ask God to send me someone who loves me

Passionately

Completely

Without exhaustion

Or who likes me 

Like a best friend, favorite person in the world 

Because who am I to ask for these things

Something

Anything 

Those are the sharp corners that they keep butting up against

Be softer, rounder

Lower

Lower