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• Artiste: Zoe Boekbinder
• Titre: Make A Mess
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Something impossible, something impossibly hard was so easy it was easily my most faithful scar It meant nothing at all, it meant everything there was, that you held all the excuses and I took one just because I don't want to get back all the things I left behind No matter what I'm losing something I might never find I am holding both my hands right up against my ribs I am tensing every muscle so that it won't give I have a feeling that my heart is trying to escape and it's bound to shoot out hit a wall and ricochet But if my heart is mushy and it don't bounce like a ball will it slither slowly out and roll on down the hall? If it can't shoot like a bullet from the barrel of my chest will it leave a trail behind it, will it make a mess? I don't want to get back all the things I left behind No matter what I'm losing something I might never find (x3) Every time I brush my teeth, or take a hint, or drink from jars Sometimes when I turn a key, let myself in, or go too far Whenever I role on tires, pull on my boots, give all I can Often as I start a fire, say something rude or just get mad I don't want to get back all the things I left behind No matter what I'm losing something I might never find