Cause I Swear That I'm Dying, Slowly

And Me I'm In My Bedroom Drawing In My Notebook Because My Hand Thinks I'm An Artist But My Heart Knows I'm A Poet It's Just Words They Mean So Little To Me.

Because The Truth Is That Gossip Is As Good As Gospel In This Town. You Can Save Face But You Won't Ever Save Your Soul. And That's A Fact.

I Came Upon A Doctor Who Appeared In Quite Poor Health. I Said, 'there's Nothing That I Can Do For You That You Can't Do For Yourself.' He Said, 'oh Yes You Can. Just Hold My Hand. I Think That That Would Help.' So I Sat With Him A While Then I Asked Him How He Felt. He Said, 'i Think I'm Cured.'

There Was This Book I Read And Loved, The Story Of A Ship Who Sailed Around The World And Found That Nothing Else Exists Beyond Its Own Two Sails And Wooden Shell And What Is Held Within. All Else Is Sure To Pass. We Clutch And Grasp And Debate What's Truly Permanent.

I'm Kind Of Like, "never Say Never."