Prick a finger, pour it out
Feed on every urge to shout
It’s like learning how to swim
Hold your breath, don’t keep it in
It’s useless and wasted if you don’t write
it down
And you won’t make it anywhere if you don’t
first drown
Step on shards of broken glass
Barefoot so the pain might last
Don’t spare self for comfort’s sake
What you are is what you make
It’s worth it to write the lines blurred
by your tears
A manuscript stitched with your aches and
your fears
I want to hurt like Hemingway
I want to bleed like van Gogh
How would it feel to say, “Anyway,
There’s somewhere for all this to go”
I’d like to tear my heart in two
For the sake of what I might expose
Hurting and bleeding aren’t hard to do
When you think of what you can’t let go
Stub your toe, watch it turn blue
Colors made for painting – who?
Wounds can only be so deep
Push it further, watch it bleed
There’s no point in hurt if it’s not all
the way
Mine your aches for the words that you’re
dying to say
I want to hurt like Hemingway
I want to bleed like van Gogh
How would it feel to say, “Anyway,
There’s somewhere for all this to go”
I’d like to tear my heart in two
For the sake of what I might expose
Hurting and bleeding aren't hard to do
When you think of what you can't let goooooo
ooohh
But as long as you hurt like Hemingway
As long as you bleed like Van Gogh
Hurting and bleeding can be okay
Till there’s nowhere else for it to go
Oh my god, that's creepy
