it's as if somebody taught him how to hold the rope, put the knots in between his hands and told him to squeeze, watched the blood drip from everywhere but his heart, showed him that it was safer that way

it's as if someone taught him how to tie the rope, how to make one knot then two, two loops around the collar bone and under the jaw, as if someone told him that it was better to learn to hate her than to learn to love her because it's safer that way

but it's as if nobody taught him that to every method there's a fallout, didn't teach him that people survive hangings, didn't teach him that i can learn how to tie knots too