God damn it,
I'm not talking about my heart
like it's something you could break.
There's no convincing you
I'm not sick.
I'm not anyone.
When I say "heart",
Nothing comes to mind.
Drug stores make me feel good.
Think of silver around my wrist,
I'm not well.
Your chest is a cage for my letters,
and your handwriting's better than mine.
God damn it,
I'm not talking about my heart
like it's a tinfoil valentine.
There's no convincing you
I'm not sick.
I'm not anyone.
When I say "heart",
Nothing comes to mind.
Drug stores make me feel good.
Think of silver around my wrist,
I'm not well.
Your chest is a cage for my letters,
and your handwriting's better than mine.
Call an ambulance.
I don't want to walk home alone.