We've been running from the pain
Steps far from possible
Three years and too much change
I'm still impossible

Throw my compass in the air
Ground please break make me lost
Take my eyes and direction
X marks nothing at all

May I speak?

Here's a thought
Wait a million or two about the things
That I've done and those that I'd like to
Slept with a stripper and prayed with a saint
Asked for forgiveness then binged for days
Here's a poem that bleeds for me
Stitches my words and cradles my speech
What does sorrow ever mean to me if I don't care?
But I really do care

There's a girl I love but can't bear to be with
A dream so close but always short of reaching
And since I hurt I'll scream that I don't care
I hate that I really do care

We've been running from the pain
Steps far from possible
Three years and too much change
I'm still impossible

May I speak?

In the end what could be said?
We scrape our knees, we try our best
But the question that cuts me deep
Will I wake up one morning and truly believe
I alone am not a tragedy
I am worthy of the air I breathe
I am worthy of the term I seek, beautiful,
Because that's my favorite word

I weaponize seconds
And I hold minutes hostage
I weaponize seconds
And I hold minutes hostage

Is it safe to say "I miss you" when you're not here to listen?

When they come for me
I'll be stepping the dead walk

Kill them all
Let God sort them out
Let God sort them out