god damn it
i'm not talking about my heart
like it's something you could break
there's no convincing you
i'm not sick
when i say heart
nothing comes to mind
drug stores make me feel good
think of silver around my wrist
i'm not well
your chest is a cage for my letters
and your handwriting's better than mine
god damn it
i'm not talking about my heart
like it's a tinfoil valentine
call an ambulance
i don't want to walk home alone