Enough with all the anger, enough with all the skin
I'm tired of the people that I've been letting in
This nothingness is lonely and more than I can take
I want to be remembered as nobody's mistake
To sing at every silence and hum at every word
Put all of it in poems that everybody's heard
I'd like to sit in thicket and let it swallow roots
That flourish into gardens and harvest many fruits
Without the fear of waiting or wanting to escape
Release the sense of longing for somebody someday
The thought of it is simple and easy on the eyes
A mess of little secrets I've come to recognize