You sang me Johnny Cash on the phone
i was on my floor in my room
swooning
you in your's
strumming your guitar
with hands that i fell in love with
with a smooth voice that i can't get out of my head
with a guitar you loved more life
with lips that brushed against my neck.
Ironic that it was called hurt
because that's all i have been feeling
that's all i write about
that's all i have to wake up too
the only thing i feel
though numb still
numb to feeling alive
feeling happy
feeling wanted
feeling at all.
Your voice haunts me at night
i can't push it to the back of my mind anymore
i have been doing that all day
so i slowly get in bed
i strum my fingers on my own guitar
and i sing my heart out
because it's broke into many fragments,
like a unfinished puzzle
like my unfinished poems.
So i choke out the pieces
in pain filled lyrics
streaming from my broken soul
with my soft voice turning hard,
heavy with sadness.
Then after i have to stop and catch my breath
realizing i didn't breathe much throughout the song
because god know's it hurts
it hurts
and it takes so much effort to breathe out
without sighing your name
without crying in pain.
Tonight i sang
tell 4 a.m,
i still feel the same.
I kept trying to sing my heart out the rest of the night.
I sung tell i lost my voice.
Tell i lost myself.
Finally,
tell i lost my heart.