Tell me then

If i wasn't supposed to try
then this fire in my belly would just burn out
to make me realise
that heat is not what life is all about.

And if i wasn't supposed to be heard
then the words would just stop coming to my head
and i'd lose all my pens
to show me i should just keep quiet instead.


If i wasn't supposed to love you
then i think all modes of communications would break down
as a sign to me to let the fuck go
and move out and move on to a different town.