I’m scared that from this moment on
Everything will go dark
I'm scared you’re getting older
And I’m scared I left a mark
I'm scared of journal pages
I tape together for my own good
The knife, the wine, the closet
My twelve pound head
That shameful look
Sip me down with dinner like the poison in your drink Then throw me up like liquor
In someone you don’t know’s sink
Hold me up so I can see the tip tops of the trees
All the things I carry
Now I’ll let them carry me
I’m scared that if I heal from you
You won’t be mine to keep
I’m scared I’m only living for
What’s long been dead to me
I’m scared I don't know how to sing
Without a broken heart
The bluejay at my window, my shaky hands, a rotten start
Sit me down and tell me the worst news I've ever heard Break my bones in places
That have yet to know real hurt
Hold me up so I can see the tip tops of the trees
All the things I carry now
I’ll let them carry me