the broken
.
wrapped my voice around the only 3 chords i knew.
it didn't fit.
but i sang anyway, frustrated as i was, that it didn't fit.
frustrated that nothing fit.
so this morning i thought i should become Buddhist again.
kill the desire, kill the despair.
kill the three chords and the voice that doesn't fit.
kill the self and the soul and the thought.
.
but the nightmare rides on.
.
stubbed my fingers on the piano keys.
Clumsy! fingers.
voyaged the white-black, folded it to gray,
jammed it into red, blue, green and pink.
sprinkled my voice between the color,
but it didn't fit.
I FUCKING SANG ANYWAY,
suicidal-despair-it-did-not-fit!
.
Nothing fits.
and i won't fit into you,
i'm too broken.
.
wrapped my voice around the only 3 chords i knew.
it didn't fit.
but i sang anyway, frustrated as i was, that it didn't fit.
frustrated that nothing fit.
so this morning i thought i should become Buddhist again.
kill the desire, kill the despair.
kill the three chords and the voice that doesn't fit.
kill the self and the soul and the thought.
.
but the nightmare rides on.
.
stubbed my fingers on the piano keys.
Clumsy! fingers.
voyaged the white-black, folded it to gray,
jammed it into red, blue, green and pink.
sprinkled my voice between the color,
but it didn't fit.
I FUCKING SANG ANYWAY,
suicidal-despair-it-did-not-fit!
.
Nothing fits.
and i won't fit into you,
i'm too broken.
.