Why so much shame and fear in simple words?
The cracks aren’t cracks, should we decide to call them fjords
There’s simply no way for this getting any worse
I feel used up, and that’s because…
These boxes pull the tissues of my heart apart
And is there any way that you could heal a broken heart?
It pains me seeing you ever so far away
What harm could it all do, if you just stayed?
Why hanging up before I say important stuff?
Is leaving me through your eyes not enough?
How could I ever get this all so wrong?
That all the truth there is you’re gone
And I never pray
But beg don’t leave today