Officer, The Hospital’s The Other Way

I ruined the words, the evidence in on my hands
I even rest too heavily on my own
There is always one phrase I can always depend to keep me hanging
As long as it glows on the computer screen
Or lingers sweetly between the speaker on the phone
And my ears, like I have to hear you say it again
I really doubt my words are worth it
I was doing alright up till now
I must still be dreaming if you’re still reading
I must be tossing magic wands in desperation by now
Hey, you’re worth it; even more so than that
Has-beens that have caught others only seem to steal glances
I don’t think I’ve ever seen any, so they probably don’t exist
I’m sorry, for the hundredth time today
Do I just try to cast spells and only put cheap dust in your eyes?
I’m trying hard to stop myself not crying
But I just might’ve smeared another word again
Does it make it any less important?
Or does it keep you trying?
Call me taciturn, but I’ll say this much
(It’s only my selfish trying to be selfless)
I’ll always only call it wishful thinking