On a Sunday night I
On a Sunday night I met my match
You were going to tear me to shreds
I knew in the end my heart was going to be crumpled up
like a high school student’s tardy slip
And you were always late
I couldn’t wait for you any longer
I couldn’t wait
your heart is guarded by barbed wire fence
and baby my knee caps are bleeding
Scratched from the inside out
I’ve been praying you would let me in.
You never did
and I never did
learn how to play your ribs like piano keys
I’m still banging on the outside
Bruisin’ and tearin’ up the inside
of your fragile bones
I am so sorry
I cannot play the song of your heart
I'm tone deaf and teary eyed
so I'll kiss your lungs
and hope they breathe me out sometimes