Replacement Parts

Sometimes my bones feel too clumsy for my skin,
the skin that can’t forgive the scar on my hip,
the one that you trace with your hands.
Sometimes my brain can’t make up it’s mind,
a broken switch, a down power line
a radio cutting in and out,
my swingset mood swinging up and down.
It’s just another thing that I can’t fix
like the broken clasp on my favorite necklace,
the loneliness that anchors me to bed,
but you could cut it out of me,
replace the parts I’ve rusted out that I don’t need.
Erase all the stupid things I say,
the things that don’t work out the way we planned.
And I know I make myself miserable,
sleep to much to see how it feels
when I wake up and everything’s heavier
But you know that you do the same,
stay up in bed until all of the things
you don’t want to think are tangled up inside your sheets.
It’s just another thing that I don’t need
like loneliness or the wisdom teeth
that are constantly pressing on my head
but you could cut it out of me,
replace the parts I’ve rusted out that I don’t need.
Erase all the stupid things I say,
the things that don’t work out the way we planned.
And you know how I work.
I’m clumsy with everything.
I break my own heart,
but I promise if you lend my yours
I wont let it fall.
I wont let it fall.
And you could cut it out of me,
replace the parts I’ve rusted out that I don’t need.
Erase all the stupid things I say,
the things that don’t work out the way we planned.
The way we planned.
The way we planned.