Suffocating on words that haven't been spoken
Trying to make up new ones to erase the past
Staring at the empty vast
Twenty-four hours to say what you need
But not enough time to say what you mean

Cramps over words that haven't been written
Empty pages full of headaches and stress
Not knowing which word to address
Trying to type with numb fingers
Paper after paper until you fill acres

Drowning over stories that haven't been told
Trying to make the new and re-invent the old
Wrapping your mind around imaginary time
This is something you can't mime
Looking in other people for stories to make your own
But it's hard to find them so you feel weak
And let the pain fill you week by week

Knees aching over things that haven't got old
Gold necklaces and price tags that we leave in bags
Going under debt just to fit in
Using the last bit of ink from the same pen
Needing a new book to write in
But there's not enough money in the couch cushions
So you pack your dreams and start pushing

Worrying over time that hasn't happened
Our hearts beat even when we're down six feet
Burying yourself in things that you can't beat
Rushing to make things great
But still trying not to break

The amount of irony in the world is too much to handle
War that doesn't end with peace
But we're breaking piece by piece
Gluing ourselves back together but missing the tiny cracks between
Stuck on everything with hope for nothing.