Achilles And

If I wrote it down, would it make sense?

It's not the kind of thing to get right

But I've been chewing it for seven months

And feeling fragile like a first light

The moment that you notice changes

The pictures in your head

And now everything I'm hanging

Drowns in questioning

Was it easier to love me then?

It's a foreign language fever dream

But I could measure it in emails

I want my mom and a god to agree

To stick and poke me with the details

'Cause I'm always looking past the edge

Sinking in myself

But now I'm caught up with a busted leg

Waiting to get well

I fucking hate it when I need help

I'm still in my bed

Writing the same songs over again

Slow tying this thread

How to get close without losing my step?

And I've been running it on loop inside

Just to fuck it up again

I know it's dumb to think I'm in control

But I don't know what to do instead

And I so often find myself here

It seems to be my point of restart

Forcing myself to slow down

A torn Achilles and a broken heart