Funny when you don’t want to exploit a moment by writing about it But you also recognize it’s power Because you’re still thinking about it Days after it happened And I can’t stop listening Like a song stuck in my head, To my own name In the sing song way that you say it, And funny how I can keep shoulders high And walk away like nothing in my life Could ever penetrate And then I close my front door and bend myself against the stairs for just a second Because my legs can’t stand Another moment Without hearing My fucking name So I pick myself back up Sleep, eat, get on the train But I’m holding both of my hands together Protecting a palm size secret That deserves literature And explanation. Because why Would I take this bus And feel Blanketed enough to close my eyes And replay and replay and replay Because I know right from wrong And I know what isn’t okay, But I have nothing else So right now, Nothing can be taken away. Is that right? Don’t answer. I like it this way.

Funny when you don’t want to exploit a moment by writing about it But you also recognize it’s power Because you’re still thinking about it Days after it happened And I can’t stop listening Like a song stuck in my head, To my own name In the sing song way that you say it, And funny how I can keep shoulders high And walk away like nothing in my life Could ever penetrate And then I close my front door and bend myself against the stairs for just a second Because my legs can’t stand Another moment Without hearing My fucking name So I pick myself back up Sleep, eat, get on the train But I’m holding both of my hands together Protecting a palm size secret That deserves literature And explanation. Because why Would I take this bus And feel Blanketed enough to close my eyes And replay and replay and replay Because I know right from wrong And I know what isn’t okay, But I have nothing else So right now, Nothing can be taken away. Is that right? Don’t answer. I like it this way.