Kill Hannah

A cold night when I was young I made a wish
that I’d be on the radio but you said let it go.
Tongue-tied and awkward silent but inside I screamed
they’d hear me on the radio I couldn’t let it go.
You, you thought that I would break
that I would hesitate well look at me now.
You, you swore that I would crash
that I would never last just look at me now.
Radio,
on the radio
late night, winter, Chicago ten years
and still I listen to the radio and then it starts to snow.