Wish I Could Hold You
All these days, I'm sitting here thinking to myself,
would you feel the same, if I put my heart on the shelf.
I don't tote poles, I tote poetry, and these days nothing else.
I'm still wondering, if you ever read that letter I wrote you,
or if you put it on your desk, and acted like you weren't supposed to.
Now I spend my days inside here, as a jailbird watching Roku,
and every night I go to sleep, wishing I could hold you.
You told me on that collect call, that even though I'm broken,
how I still seemed to be able to show emotions.
Guess I didn't plan on getting over you by smoking,
and all I got left in my life now is hoping.
Two broken hearts tryin' to stick to the others side,
should have known that our relationship would subside.
How am I supposed to make you happy, when for myself I don't try.
I found true love and its more bitter than rye.
Guess all I can do now, is wait till I die.
You show your poker face, but I haven't even been dealt.
I guess I don't have many friends, so I'm always by myself,
all these lyrics in my head, depleting my mental health,
this depression's killing me, I think I might need help.
© 173803
would you feel the same, if I put my heart on the shelf.
I don't tote poles, I tote poetry, and these days nothing else.
I'm still wondering, if you ever read that letter I wrote you,
or if you put it on your desk, and acted like you weren't supposed to.
Now I spend my days inside here, as a jailbird watching Roku,
and every night I go to sleep, wishing I could hold you.
You told me on that collect call, that even though I'm broken,
how I still seemed to be able to show emotions.
Guess I didn't plan on getting over you by smoking,
and all I got left in my life now is hoping.
Two broken hearts tryin' to stick to the others side,
should have known that our relationship would subside.
How am I supposed to make you happy, when for myself I don't try.
I found true love and its more bitter than rye.
Guess all I can do now, is wait till I die.
You show your poker face, but I haven't even been dealt.
I guess I don't have many friends, so I'm always by myself,
all these lyrics in my head, depleting my mental health,
this depression's killing me, I think I might need help.
© 173803