this pen is drawing curves and zig zags becuase i don't know how to think straight
yours is drawing x's and o's, trying to catch me, i think you've trapped me
i don't know how to speak
but you just don't know how to listen
i'll ink a wishbone on my forearm
you'll find another door to kick in.
you're nothing of your own, i've seen you mopping up their feelings
regurgitate what you stole, we all know there's so much we're concealing
i could take a step
but i can't guarantee you'd take it back
let me rebuild everything i thought
and you can teach me how to crack
if i could relearn some charm maybe i could have avoided everything
if you understood how i am, maybe there wouldn't be anything
but every x is a mountain
and every three are only mistakes
come over for some lessons
i can teach you how to break.
i tried to hold my head up, every bad word i tried to chew
if you flattened me out completely, this wild heart would still protrude
i can't grasp whatever's happened
i guess i'll pretend i know what i believe in
invite me to sit down
and i'll just listen to my own breathing
you forgot what this was about
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