The Hook

So, I looked it up and apparently

You can't really die from a broken heart but I think I'll start a trend

And honestly, I naturally

Was only ever in it when it hit the limit and it started to end

I see a hook and I bite it

You taught me to read, now I write it

And every chapter, you get further away

I've been trying to fight it

But now it's broken, divided

And I don't understand anything you say when you say

It used to be something easy but now it's like we can't reach

And I know it's a waste of scenery to break up on a beach

But maybe I can make it worth it if I am sincere

This is postcard picture perfect and I wish I was here

I see a hook and I bite it

You taught me to read, now I write it

And it's a poem, it's a bird made of birds

I've been trying to fight it

But now it's broken, divided

And you've got bruises in the shape of my words

So one last number under the setting sun

Help me to remember when it was okay

Come here, hold my hand, sink into the sand

I don't understand anything you say when you say

One last number under the setting sun

Help me to remember when it was okay

Come here, hold my hand, sink into the sand

I don't understand anything you say when you say