we don’t give up, we fuck shit up.

I lift your feathered left arm
where you hide your heart from me
I never noticed it was swollen
with a touch of brutal pain
I never knew a heart could live inside
the rust from all your rain


Myself & I we share
This barely beating heart of hurt
and when the hurt comes there’s an argument
A fight to save a smile
A small attack on human tears
To dry them for a while
A dream we all should count on
And where confidence is found
and where crying isn’t secret
It’s the art of how we grieve


And now you’re pulling out the best of me
which never ever comes