But don’t spill your guts you

Could not spill your guts out

I hope you know you don’t deserve it that you’re more than half a man

When you’re feeling alien and outside and can’t feel alive

And I know you do

Because I do too

It’s a slipping silent

Creeping quiet

You should know you’re more than you think you are

The baby of the melody

Even here

So what are you?

Preciously tragically human

I think your hopes were set too high I’d give you a bandaid if I could

I wish I knew how to make all these days go by without the alibis

You’re more than you could think to be

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