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0ts - the answer key كلمات أغنية

with ink as red as fire
and a pen that’s sharp and fine
i cling to what remains
and strike the answers on each line

paper is born of wood’s flesh
as i am born of tree_bark’s blood and sap
a sculpture of carpenter’s good grace
completely mutilated

another day, you understand
that i will write for what you need
not a single thought escapes my pen
a thing of mass destruction

when you esteem me
i will write a thousand poems in your name
and i won’t expect nor want a world in which
this heart deserves the same

so, i wonder, yеs, i wonder why
the solutions that i calculate
for you thеy will accumulate;
to me they will never apply

i’m crossing them out line by line
no instinct can help me this time
answer me, my answer key
you’re born of foolish empathy
i know you’d never lie to me
so comically aligned to me
so mockingly you’re synthesized

i know that i’m no different
i’ve no means to break free, but
i don’t wanna be helped, no
i don’t wanna believe you
and i’m tired of being meek

“i’m better picking up a pen than a blade,”
said the hopeful me
scribbling sonnets, so erratic, in
the outline of my eulogy, but
my words are cornered by the horror
of this glass pen
and i don’t know if i can live_
i don’t know if i can live like this anymore

you are, you are
bracing for a better day
every prayer is a sign
that i’m in your way
too burned through to
hold me together
when all i wanted was
your arms to hold me
here tonight
we are, we are
suffering together
each heart and soul
fighting their own d_mned fight
i won’t stick around for “forever”
‘cause i dunno if you can stomach
this horrible–
is a story told if its words are never read?
can a symphony inspire if the singer’s never named?
will a poem truly reach if you care not about the poet
as he tirelessly works to prove his page is worth the praise?

creation’s a gift, oh, creation is life
though creation is fickle
it thrives in your fingers
it gives and it gives, but
creation is fickle
it grows out of you when you’re
running out of time

positioned positive
i’ve nothing more to say
no will to save this–

the forecast now is grim
the clouds are back, and
the wind is pushing–

positioned positive
this all_consuming–

it won’t get any worse if
i close my eyes and
succumb

[ instrumental break ]

the more i strike, the more the ink seeps out my veins
i’ve crossed the line a thousand times
there isn’t much that can
alarm me anymore

for no matter how many answers i write
mine holds me here tonight
god, i know it’s not correct
but it’s keeping me alive

not here enough to stay awake
but scared enough to find another way
i am broken but alive
and i will hold out for a better life

not strong enough, i’m on my own
i’ll write my answers here a solemn soul
i will harvest this bitter lime
so maybe one day i’ll be alright

coursing through me’s an emerging urgent sense of dread
as divergent words are surging through a level head
and though they’re tangled, oh, my savior is this glass pen
–when there’s no sign that this feeling’s gonna end

‘cause the world never pauses for the cowardly
it pushes past the plagued and pageless poet’s elegies
i’ll write these thoughts, so lost, contorting ‘till the end
so you won’t find me six feet deep, you’ll never find me–

i’ll be off to love again!

“i’m better picking up a pen then a blade”
and i will write when i can’t breathe
i will write when the sky turns wild and green
from the supercell inside of me
i will write when there’s nothing left but pain
i will write when the sunlight fades away
and i’ll never fight what i can’t see
but even though i’m fighting alone–

won’t you give me a sign?

(i’m crossing them out line by line
no instinct can save me this time)

without reflection i strike this worthless me

(i’ll harvest the flowering vine
undo the work of the divine)

find peace in the pieces of my anatomy

(with ink seeping through every sign
that i should be facing the light)

and find a way to love autonomy

(through everything i’ve been denied
because when it’s all said and done)

i’ll put my learnings in the answer key

(it cannot be undone
and you’’ll hear when i cry out)

will i be forgiven if i make it out alive?
and renew what’s mine…

- 0ts

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