Trade our little tragedies

For something they might call strength.

Hold your breath through conversations

That never last the full length.

Wear your damage under the cuff,

Smile soft and say, “I’m fine.”

Hope no one sees the pattern forming —

How you wear out over time.

Hey, can you help me out?

If not, see you around.

It’s not goodbye if you’ve got some hope —

Wave, wash me well, straight down the slope.

I’m a bleeder —

Just a dreamer

In skin I want to peel.

It’s not deeper,

Went across the street, not down.

Crimson all over —

Red rover, red rover —

Send someone over.

Rehearse that I disappeared,

In case I ever do.

Not being dramatic, just subdued —

I’ve learned to leave so quietly.

It wouldn’t feel

Much different to you.

You never looked too closely,

Even when I asked you to.

Hey, can you help me out?

If not, see you around.

It’s not goodbye if you’ve got some hope —

Wave, wash me well, straight down the slope.

I’m a bleeder —

Just a dreamer

In skin I want to peel.

It’s not deeper,

Went across the street, not down.

Crimson all over

Red rover, red rover —

Send someone over.

Is it my narcissism,

Or am I just a mess?

Is it anxiety —

Or just another attack?

Is it guilt I’m carrying,

Or the weight of what I lack?

I don’t know who I’ve been lately —

But I know I want them back.

I’m a bleeder —

Just a dreamer

In skin I want to peel.

It’s not deeper,

Went across the street, not down.

Crimson all over

Red rover, red rover —

Send someone over.

Red Rover, Red rover,

Send someone over,

I've made a big mistake

This time.