Guts in the Brush
For a while my heart was set
On the wrong side of the bed
I buried every single song I met,
Regardless of its content.
I moved on to better things.
Like broken bells and crooked swings.
But I gave up when I sang,
"It's just the way my head gets lodged in the throne.
It's just the way I'll fall in love with anyone."
I imagine all these small souls
Moving on the better things
Like growing old, moving somewhere
And falling more in love than me.
But I was convinced my lungs could blow them away.
I was convinced that I would just stay the same.