From First To Last

words don't seem to come so easy
when I need them oh so badly
here's to playing tug of war with my vocal chords
maybe I can give this another
shot or sing about a broken heart
or immitate the way it feels if this was happening for real
this distance seems closer
when you shove it in my face
this moment has left me with nothing else to say
I'm losing my interest with these empty pages
they're torn they have frayed edges
this dusty book
is botheres by my rusty eye and I can't see and I can't breathe
put me on the next page outta here
to live forever on this paper
capture this void and fill it with the frenzy in my voice
killing time by drawing face that stare back at me from the margins
in a sea of 8and a half by elevens
I'm drowing in
treading through run on sentences
and sinking into empty text
ill swallow the salt
and spit a few dry words out
no matter what I say no matter what I write here I'm sick of always
lookin at this page with a blank stare
you never seem to know and they never seem to tell you
words don't always come as easily as you might want them to
throw this paper into fire and throw me with it.