Sometimes I throw logic out the window,
I see monkeys smashing cymbals,
when I play to my condition,
all my fears come to fruition.

I don't mind the exhausting panic,
'cause I sure love being manic,
I'll challenge death any day,
if I get to live my way.

Push me please so I can push back,
I live my life on the attack,
burning bridges feels so good,
when you're totally misunderstood.

Don't feel special, don't feel different,
chances are you're just a misfit,
bleed and see you're just the same,
as everyone playing the game.

You see me
and think
I am alive,
hair, bones
and teeth
heart swelling,
shrinking, pulsing
blood

but kiss me
and you will
taste death,
lingering like
icing sugar
on my blistered
blue lips

even in my darkest hour
I will still rest
upon Your unchanging love
for me.

I will lie
In the pastures
and weep with your sheep
for You are good to me.

If I could turn back time
I would hit Backspace all day,
Id put on Caps Lock
and SHOUT what I say.

I'd use the whole Alphabet
To tell you hello,
Press seven Numbers
Til you picked up the phone.

I'd Tab through the comments
I didn't want to hear,
And use the Arrow Keys
To drag your body near.

I would Delete the harsh words
I didn't mean to speak,
And Insert the "I love yous"
I before couldn't leak.

I would use Ctrl to
Keep reigns over my heart,
And I would Escape lies
That tore us apart.

I'd Print out your photo
And kiss it goodnight,
Use the Calculator
To check that we were right.

I'd Paint you a picture
of us, you and me,
Then I'd hit Enter
Just so you would see.

Those are the things
I would do in my strife,
If only Backspace
worked in real life.