Whirling hurricanes,
Jokes I’ll never get,
My inability to hula hoop,
But I already got that.
It’s not a newsflash
That there’s nothing there
But reading minds
And lullabies of loneliness;
Of a connection,
Too strong to do anything
But collapse upon itself.
You may be a storm,
But I’ve always been something else,
Something I’ve yet to define
That breaks what has not been broken,
That fixes what has already fixed itself.
If you’re meant to be alone,
I’m meant to spend forever
Finding myself in your fallacies.
I will not let go,
Not if the axis cracks,
Not if the breathing stops,
I will not let go.
Though you’re looking,
Look no further,
The only person who can rescue you
Is the one who needs to be saved.
If you’d let me hold you,
I’d hold you ‘til the morning came
And met the day, ‘til the day came
And met the afternoon,
‘Til you became me and I became you.
If you’d let me.
There are things I could change
If I could bring myself to,
There are things you could do
If you’d let yourself live.
By twenty-two, it’s too late,
Nobody folds at twenty-one,
Nobody folds at twenty,
Nobody folds at nineteen,
Or eighteen, or seventeen,
Or when one card is a Queen
Or when love is on the screen
Or when hate causes a scene.
Nobody ever folds without a reason to,
And excuses were never your style.