Coffee stained kisses that you stole from my cup

I try to read your anger, but it’s never enough

You sing to yourself a song that you wrote to

Ground yourself to a world not built to hold you

And I’ll do what I’m asked to do

The pressure surely comforts you

Words stuck and arms bruised

Most kids your age have got their first tattoo

But not you... not you, not you

Can I bleed from my knuckles to show you I am here?

You swear to me you’ll listen, but you cover up your ears

And I’ve wanted to promise that life will make it okay

But it’s hard to love the boy who cannot communicate

And I’ll do what I’m asked to do

The pressure surely comforts you

Words stuck and arms bruised

Most kids your age have got their first tattoo

But not you… Not you, not you

You and your heating

You ache to bite the cold

It’s hard to love the boy who will not grow old