It rains in the empty, long night
Where heartbreak hits me
With every drop on my skin
And I’m cold,
I’m always cold
The time between the times
When graveyards look appealing to me
Is wasting away
You know, I think of just lying down
There, here,
Because tomorrow is murky like jade
I’ve tried a thousand times
To understand it, and that pulling in my chest
Comes like clockwork, like waves
And a wearied state is that of expecting pain
The little fractures
Hairlines on my hopeful heart
Are tender
Where scar tissue has been torn again
And again
And I’m so sorry, because I’m so tired
I’m so cold