Tinfoil - Rainer Maria

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