you jest, you joke.
When people talk to you,
it feels like you want to choke.
You can't be fixed,
you're broke.
It feels like if they touch you
you might crumble.
It feels like if you touch them
you'll see them tumble.
It feels like to me
like a long time coming.
Feels like the drummer boy
that couldn't stop drumming.
Like all that was lost
was the reason I died.
Like I wasted my time
every time I tried.
