After 7 - Ba lyrics

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.