i am a mess
my words come out backwards
my hair is out of control
around 97% of the time
and i am caught in all the books
i've ever read
and can't seem to leave
out of touch with reality
but i will try my best
if you'll let me
i will kiss your scarred hands
and make you tea when
you're angry and worked up
i'll follow every cliche that's ever been written
and all i want in return
is for you to gently reach and pull me back
when i start to drift
and not just run away