writing to be heard

If I were to leave today would you come with me to the maze that we left so long ago behind

Could you drop all apathy and find some love in the circled corners as we turn blind

If tonight was the last night would you strip down the skin and kiss the imprint of the soul

Could you make room for empathy in the queen size bed you’ve so selfishly contorted your body to hold

If we met face to face with no shadows to hide our cuts would you bleed for me as I bled for you

Or make twine from my words and sew yourself up till only the space between us shines its way through

If I could find the key to break the locks on our hearts could you release all we find buried inside

Let the pigs play in mud cause it’s what they do, let the drunks drink until they’re sober and crying

I’m writing to be heard

As I’m screaming into pillows in hopes you’ll hear the words that I suffocate

I’m writing to no end

As I’m sleeping on a ledge in hopes you’ll save me before I fall to my death

So come listen as I write tonight             

Come here the words that can only be said when I am trapped in my head

Yeah come listen as I sing for you

Be my composer and conduct the song that tells the story of my love for you

If I lived in you and you lived in me would we be strangers in our own alligator pricked skin

Would the blood reject the heart beating deep inside vowing never to beat that dirty drum again

If my hands became too tired to write all these lines would you transcript my words with your own pen

Could you capture all the love and regret trapped in our web and still walk away without skived shins

If a bottle was half empty with nothing to show would you help me fill it up till we once again felt whole

 And if that bottle was half full of nothing but love would you enjoy the last sips with me so we could fill it up with more

If I finally found a clear direction no hesitations just an arrow I could point as I did a tiny dance in the wind

Would you walk with me till we were lost in that breeze so we could close our eyes and find our way again

I’m writing to be heard

As I’m screaming into pillows in hopes you’ll hear the words that I suffocate

I’m writing to no end

As I’m sleeping on a ledge in hopes you’ll save me before I fall to my death

So come listen as I write tonight             

Come here the words that can only be said when I am trapped in my head

Yeah come listen as I sing for you

Be my composer and conduct the song that tells the story of my love for you

The destinations close coming up ahead, so when you look at the horizon is it happiness dread

Do you still see meaning in this self inflicted mess, or is it all just a mistake full lies and regrets

The clock is speeding up now quick to the end, no more disavowing all the feelings that must be said

No the breaks are cut no more seeing red, if I gotta push for your love then I’ll push till I’m dead

So when the darkness makes it hard to see, you might come searching in the dark for a light with me

And when the words make it hard to breathe, you will tell me how you it feels and confide in me

And when I tell you that the heart in my chest is yours, you don’t bury it at sea far from your shores

And when the road turns rocky and the straight lines end, you will walk hand in hand with me through the bends

I’m writing to be heard

As I’m screaming into pillows in hopes you’ll hear the words that I suffocate

I’m writing to no end

As I’m sleeping on a ledge in hopes you’ll save me before I fall to my death

So come listen as I write tonight             

Come here the words that can only be said when I am trapped in my head

Yeah come listen as I sing for you

Be my composer and conduct the song that tells the story of my love for you

This shits a true life story from a time that’s gone, about a girl who taught me to how write love songs

As time went on questions arose, I know now all the answers were no

Times change, people change, hearts change, but I still sit here singing just how I sang

I got the same longing heart for a love that fell apart only to return in the form of art

So learn a lesson from this guppy hearted fool, swim with the sharks and drop out of school

Let your mind get dull and your skin get thick so knifes can’t penetrate and steal a rib

And take it from me, don’t buy notebook, so you can write down your feelings in hopes they’ll quit

Cause once that well full of pain has been tapped, there’s no way you’re getting it capped again