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