We've been running from the pain
Steps far from possible.
Three years and too much change
I'm still impossible.
Throw my compa** in the air
Ground please break make me lost
Take my eyes and direction
X marks nothing at all.
May I speak?
Here's a thought
Wait a million or two about the things
That I've done and those that I'd like to.
Slept with a stripper and prayed with a saint
Asked for forgiveness then binged for days.
Here's a poem that bleeds for me
Stitches my words and cradles my speech.
What does sorrow ever mean to me if I don't care?
But I really do care.
There's a girl I love but can't bear to be with
A dream so close but always short of reaching.
And since I hurt I'll scream that I don't care
I hate that I really do care.
We've been running from the pain
Steps far from possible.
Three years and too much change
I'm still impossible.
May I speak?
In the end what could be said?
We scrape our knees, we try our best.
But the question that cuts me deep
Will I wake up one morning and truly believe
I alone am not a tragedy
I am worthy of the air I breathe
I am worthy of the term I seek, beautiful,
Because that's my favorite word.
I weaponize seconds
And I hold minutes hostage
I weaponize seconds
And I hold minutes hostage.
Is it safe to say "I miss you" when you're not here to listen?
When they come for me
I'll be stepping the dead walk
k** them all
Let God sort them out..
Let God sort them out