Most of the words I write I never send
And they add up to a box full of letters
Most of the notes to myself say 'Carry on
Well note to self: just forget it'
In my short life, I’ve drawn a lot of short straws
I’ve learned a lot of hard lessons
From hospital beds and
Back booths of bars I was too young to be in
Chasing a feeling
Or numbness
If it’s all a game, I guess I’m losing
If it’s one big joke then I’m a fool
If it’s all a test, I think I’m failing
But what can I do
The pictures I took that summer have gone missing
But there's one I held on to somehow
So I had it inked it to a place a little less revealing
Than the scars I still carry around
