I try to write you poems, but the words they don't make sense
The hand tries to grip the pencil, but the fingers are too tense
I try to show emotion, but my eyes won't seem to wet
I'd love to tell you stories, but I can't remember how they went
You're a flashlight in a dark room or the loneliest black out
You were all we had left after it all was filtered out
I'm turning you on in a dark room right before we both pass out
I'll turn you on when I need you, but the batteries ran out
You're a werewolf and I'm a full moon
And all your very worst enemies will be gone soon
I think you're changing
Don't worry, you don't have to stay the same
Can we talk about this later?
Your voice is driving me insane
