Staples

I tucked my sadness between my fingers 

and reached for it with a razor to my wrist whenever 

I wished for its comfortable claws to carry me back to

crazy 

these hospital walls harbor the pain of many more

broken than me 

and I can still hear them screaming 

(crazy)

I feel the lurid darkness slumping over my shoulders

he whispers 

that he loves me not 

and I see that not even whiskey can make my sadness stay 

away 

the moths 

they beckon me to burn with them but 

I've loved my blood to much to watch it 

sizzle 

steaming like the windows of the car where 

I left my soul with you 

I'm just calling to ask for it back

(crazy)