We've been running from the pain   Steps far from possible.   Three years and too much change   I'm still impossible.      Throw my compass in the air   Ground please break make me lost   Take my eyes and direction   X marks nothing at all.      May I speak?      Here's a thought   Wait a million or two about the things that I've done and those that I'd like to.   Slept with a stripper and prayed with a saint   Asked for forgiveness then binged for days.   Here's a poem that bleeds for me   Stitches my words and cradles my speech.   What does sorrow ever mean to me if I don't care?   But I really do care.      There's a girl I love but can't bear to be with   A dream so close but always short of reaching.   And since I hurt I'll scream that I don't care   I hate that I really do care.      We've been running from the pain   Steps far from possible.   Three years and too much change   I'm still impossible.      May I speak?      In the end what could be said?   We scrape our knees, we try our best.   But the question that cuts me deep   Will I wake up one morning and truly believe   I alone am not a tragedy   I am worthy of the air I breathe   I am worthy of the term I seek, beautiful,   Because that's my favorite word.      I weaponize seconds   And I hold minutes hostage   I weaponize seconds   And I hold minutes hostage.      Is it safe to say "I miss you" when you're not here to listen?      When they come for me   I'll be stepping the dead walk      Kill them all   Let God sort them out..   Let God sort them out.