You're suffering, I can see
so would you let me hold your hand?
Cause, you're right. I don't really understand

but what I do get is that while my
words can't always erase the pain in your heart
I can hold you close to me and keep you from falling apart

You scream, you scream
But I don’t ‘cause I don’t really care anymore

So I just sit here with my thumb in my mouth
Wondering what you make all this noise for

I've got a binder 'round my lungs
I've got a lock upon my useless tongue
I've got spirit too big for my vessel and a mind cluttered up with thoughts to be wrestled


My muscles tighten up and
my head lightens up and
night lights chill my pulse
and veins feebly convulse


Oh dear


Lungs, not quite up to par
as they fill with liquid stars
Do you see? This tissue is burning to scars
destroying this lovely "ours"

Leaping from foot to foot he mockingly calls
to my blind parents "I'll catch, I'll catch your daughter"


and every night I don't sleep he laughs in glee
and announces "I got her! I got her!"
"Do you see? Look, I've caught her"