my head is hanging out of the window of a moving car
and i am trying to fly.
the sound of the music drowns out thought
i want to be here, and i am meant to be here.
my heart is hanging by a fine thread
over someone's mind.
and they do not agree with me
so i try my best to map out their soul.
somebody's heart is hanging by a rope
above my own mind.
my head is hurting and my eyes will not focus.
none of them will.
i am holding a cat in my arms
whispering "i'm sorry"
for those of us who refuse to acknowledge that she knows
what i am trying to say.
as you take a bite of flesh,
i rip a chunk of an apple from its core.
you really think my heart is in the wrong place?
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC
my head is hanging out of the window of a moving car
and i am trying to fly.
the sound of the music drowns out thought
i want to be here, and i am meant to be here.
my heart is hanging by a fine thread
over someone's mind.
and they do not agree with me
so i try my best to map out their soul.
somebody's heart is hanging by a rope
above my own mind.
my head is hurting and my eyes will not focus.
none of them will.
i am holding a cat in my arms
whispering "i'm sorry"
for those of us who refuse to acknowledge that she knows
what i am trying to say.
as you take a bite of flesh,
i rip a chunk of an apple from its core.
you really think my heart is in the wrong place?
