they put
a book and a pen
in front of me where I can’t reach
think if this is
the right kind of story
to put in front of the right kind of girl
well it’s another
stretch I’m used to
words I have to pull out of myself
so even if
there are no answers
I will throw something into the void
you like me broken?
here come see me
I’m just another heartache on the string
it’s my voice
it’s my voice
and I’m sorry sorry you can’t change it
it’s my heart
it’s my heart
and I’m sorry sorry you can’t keep it
you like me fighting?
it’s a god damn vision
and I’m sorry sorry you might miss it