Out With The Water

I don’t know what I’m saying

I get nervous

Kinda blurt off the top of my head

Whatever comes to my tongue first

And it feels embarrassing

I feel like I’m doing everything wrong

Maybe I’m used to speaking

From my heart so little

I can’t understand a little extra dribble

That can’t be cleaned up with a tissue

Internally screaming hearing these words

Nothing but sharp stones wailed at birds

The problems haven’t been dealt with

And the pain still won’t go home

If I blow up the house it resides in

Maybe it might

But throwing out the baby with the bath water

Is something I’ve considered

My time seems to either away

Time doesn’t matter anyway

We’re all gonna die someday

At least this way I took matters

Into my own hands

Without somebody saying I forgot them

Or didn’t include them in my plans

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