You're so beautiful
> and I'm so broken.
And Monday morning will be here soon
Then it's back to our respective 9-5 lives
Then I become invalid.
My words wont mean a thing.
It'll start at the bottom of my lungs,
and quickly rise up my throat,
until my words spill out my mouth
> only to fall on deaf ears.
Then I have to wait a week
Before you let me live,
> and allow me to breathe.
Five days until I'm something more
> then that kid in the back of your algebra class
> writing poems about you.
