I got sick of reaching out and
pulling back empty hands
So I’m building barricades to walk beside
Keep my distance
They don’t make a medicine
For my brand of impotence
Here in my chest
Your head on my breast
It won’t be enough but I’ll give you my best
My mental state is a mixtape
I’m always skipping ahead mid-song
Maybe it’s by design
Maybe it’s accidental
But don’t expect that you can simply sing along
No one can ever break my heart
‘Cause I was born that way
Just check my medical charts
You can’t mark time to irregular beats
So let’s cut this off before the next song starts
But these words I say are the words I say
When I just can’t find the words to say,
“Leave me alone.
Let me go.”
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