Sure

Fit someway, poorly drawn, let go of all that took too long

In a space, thinking on, couldn't of found where the mood had gone

Why are troubled kids so smart, using violence to guide their dart

Brush along your chest to find, a feather pen with blood to binde

Feeling how deeply its all the same, stumble along try to shift my weight

There we were, needle thin, nothing to share but a mournful grin

I know why these kids are smart, they're rushed and bruised at the very start

A dimmer shine on a darker road, eyes adjust when no help is owed

Every part of me just wants to know you're real

And the days stay longer just so you could feel