Whenever I write about you
The words rip the paper and it tears in two
My hands grow tired
and I need to put the pen down

Whenever I ask about you
The blue walls turn gray, windows slam shut
My eyes roll back
And I need to lay myself down

Whenever I talk about you
I am on a stage and the microphone clips
My throat bleeds
And I need to step down

Wherever I go looking for you
The cars try to stop me and the stoplights turn red
My feet hurt
And I need to go back