sometimes my head puts words in order and i have to write them down or they’ll just bounce around in there forever and let me tell you there is not enough space
i used to be a boy scout
swore on my honor
that i’d uphold god and my country
i prayed every night
and wore my baggy beige uniform
to all the boys i’ve written songs for
but never told:
i would say “i’m sorry”
but i make it a point
to never apologize for feelings