texts.katyism.com

Sometimes I say a little bit too much,
go a little too overboard
fly off the handle and take my headlong
plunge into the deep end...
Sometimes I'm a little too cliche...
Sometimes I say what is best kept quiet...

but in this place,
this frame of time...
what else is there to do?
I can't help but be hurt-
I can't help but be honest-
I can't help but say everything that never needs to be said.

I read and re-read what I write,
and think over and over
of what wasn't but could have
and what I shouldn't have but did say.
I think of every situation, and every dream...
and watch them circle and close in

and sometimes I can't help but miss you,
and I can't help but be angry...
I wonder,
and I worry...
even when it isn't my place...
even when I have better things to do.

I could watch my life fall apart
in a million different ways-
but not care
as long as our simple, but precarious tension
was still held strong...
I could live a million lies
as long as one truth existed...

Sometimes I can't help but believe in something...
even if that something doesn't even exist...
even if no-one can prove anything...
sometimes, I can't help but be a little wrong...
especially when it comes to being wrong
about you.