I feel so amateur
just stupid words
spilling from my head
trying to be heard
I crush their hopes
I cut their ropes
tie them to a bed
and wash them out with soap
words get me nowhere
and nobody will care
not that I want them to
it's like catching air
no one slows down
I tried to drown
but it's one thing I can't do
I'll swim slower now
burned and overcooked
places overlooked
that's where I belong
unless the corner's booked
silently alone
unwanted at home
I'll sing a song
of chances blown