Tonight I'd rather be in love,
rather it was you flowing through my blood
scraping through my veins my everything.
And you cling to every thread
that clings to me.
I live in notes and photographs
and everything I'm holding back,
but you're the words that weren't enough
You remind me of a song I used to love.
I couldn't call you if I wanted.
My fingers couldn't work if they tried.
They're so sore from keeping crossed
and tracing over cuts on my worthless arms
If I said "I hated the feeling" it would be a lie.