Button Poetry - Just Yesterday lyrics

Your pain Or any pain Isn't worth any more Than the words we can dig up to describe it Tell me of the knife But make it pretty Tell me of the collar bone reaching out through the skin like a branch But make it soft Everyone wants us to spill Poetically In a way that goes down Easy We all want to speak of maps by referring to their borders And not by what's inside of them I dreamt you still, named I dreamt you, naked I dreamt you leaking from the knife's advances I dreamt you syphoning out your own life through the needle I dreamt your spine crumbling like a palace of cards I dreamt your heart lying down on the mat and curling into the sound of the bell And the heat of the lights I dreamt every dead person I know is the same And lived in the same cramped alley of my skull I'll tell you these stories Until the words materialize and I can stop up a wound I know I might as well try to gather rain with a shiv But goddammit, I need to try I've been walking around with a fist-full of consonants Believing the dead are like windows This poem, and other poems, a handful of rocks I want to shatter each of your faces Or family Or Friends Like you might walk out from behind those gaps in your smiles Sometimes, I hold the word to my ear like a conch shell Sometimes, I curse the ocean for what it cannot or will not say I surround these bodies with sentence after sentence The words chant like a crowd The words become music The words become an orchestra of flies I almost believe you will wake up All of you, together I almost believe your name will slither its way back into your body And you will kick back to life Like a junkyard cut list You will walk out of your own funerals, laughing How absurd This choir of weeping These caskets planted in the dirt like seeds It is so cold in this winter's lexicon This language of nothing Of once was Or never will be again Sometimes I want to k** my uncle for being a more miserable drunk than I was Sometimes I want him to die already so I can write about it Sometimes I too want to be a poem I don't want to be this pain With the language used to unearth it Sometimes I curse archeologist for telling us basic tools Telling us basic things Sometimes I think scientists are lazy I too could dig a heart out of the chest What do you any of you know about pulling the history out of a body without k**ing it Just yesterday scientists discovered a new ligament in the human knee Just yesterday I found out I can't sleep for a whole new set of reasons Just yesterday I wrote And wrote And kept writing Because I've committed to not k**ing anyone Especially myself Just yesterday I found new ways to say I miss you My god, how I miss you all