She pretends to smile but I know the difference
Got her knees skinned from asking forgiveness
now I’m wondering how many other things could be different
in a second, if I had to push inside myself to throw all the things I know so well
I wonder if there’s a big clock somewhere that stops time
because I’d pay everything that I’d cost to you
And it costs less than my mistakes
Well now we all know that’s not true
You’re clothed with pride, what are you saying?
You can hold your life in your hand carefully
Be careful not to fall over, break and end it.
I probably say these to you before it all burn up
There’s an upside-down junk pile where nobody goes
The ground is hard dirt and there are beetles crawling all around
We make mistakes and we run from them
Just let me be here until my time is up
*This poem is made out of my inspiration, Turn It Off by Paramore.