I wanted to live so I wore my clothes inside out until d**h lost the scent I've wanted to rest so instead of counting sheep I count my battle scars backwards until they amount to nothing I wanted to be loved but without a compa** or a map just two black skies and one delicate flame I wanted to be loved but my skin smelled of graphite from all the poems I haven't written and all the love I pretend I haven't made I wanted to die but hope hounded me and hunted me down and holds me hostage and I thank her When I wanted to leave I just made myself unbearable enough to be deserted when I wanted to be wanted that's when I pushed everyone away I wanted to eat the sun be consumed by lightning ride in the canyons of creation and learn what it means to be free so now I do only what I love I wanted to be a king so I met with other kings but kings just protect thrones
and I'd rather be a fisherman listening to the wind watching the currents reading constellations like brail hand outstretched to the glimmer telling stories to the sails half-hoping the fish are smarter than me I wanted a better face so I made love to the moon until her.craters.and.my.scars.fit.together and we looked like polished granite I've been tormented by fire run aground and frozen out and all I've learned is to dress for the occasion I wanted to love but hate paints such a vivid picture sometimes I wanted to be me so I travelled the world searching for everything that I'm not and still finding pieces of me there I wanted to forget but I couldn't remember which memories were still haunting me until they returned I wanted to die but the sky was too big to hold so here I am again listening.