i am not a good poet
i just write them all down
but i found a way
to let things go

i didn't even know it
that time she shot me down
what she couldn't say
was let it go

she somehow wouldn't show it
but by pulling me down
the ball was in play
it needs to go

it was stupidly slow, it
presses me the **** down
just flick it away
and let it go... up

let it stay in the realm of consistency
this isn't what it means to be free
and if you're too contrived to see
then let it be