god damn it
i'm not talking about my heart
like it's something you could break  
there's no convincing you
i'm not sick  
when i say heart
nothing comes to mind  
drug stores make me feel good  
think of silver around my wrist
i'm not well  
your chest is a cage for my letters
and your handwriting's better than mine  
god damn it
i'm not talking about my heart
like it's a tinfoil valentine  
call an ambulance  
i don't want to walk home alone