My stomach is sick
At the thought of the future
Wrought with anxieties
Tying the knot on all the possibilities
I could prepare for anything
But it wouldn’t matter
I’m being let down by a heavenly martyr
As I wonder why
You’d want to know the person
Who lives beyond these bones

I can envision a dark street side
Littering cars like lies in my pride
I’m drowned in headlights and entirely alone
Driving home in emptiness—
Is this when one ought to miss?

I’m an optimist at heart
But it’s been broken and grown hard
And I’d rather paint an ending
Than look into the eyes of a beginning
As I wonder why
You’d want to know the person
Who lives beyond these bones