Sticks And Stones Never Made Sense

Thought that I would shove everything aside
To shake your hand
Barbed wire wouldn’t come fast enough
Why does your name leave a bad taste in my mouth
When it rolls off my tongue?
In your world, excuses mean everything
Stitch me for days because
I keep splitting myself for--self for you
Why does your face seem better on the floor?
Have you thought about death today?
Ask me, I’ll help
I keep splitting my.self.for.
You never knew me
These are my last words
Not that it matters anymore