1 I Wish I Could Hold You

All these days, I'm sitting here thinking to myself, 

would you feel the same, if I put my heart on the shelf. 

I don't tote poles, I tote poetry, and these days nothing else.

I'm still wondering, if you ever read that letter I wrote you, 

or if you put it on your desk, and acted like you weren't supposed to. 

Now I spend my days inside here, as a jailbird watching Roku, 

and every night I go to sleep, wishing I could hold you.

You told me on that collect call, that even though I'm broken, 

how I still seemed to be able to show emotions.

Guess I didn't plan on getting over you by smoking, 

and all I got left in my life now is hoping.

Two broken hearts tryin' to stick to the others side, 

should have known that our relationship would subside.  

How am I supposed to make you happy, when for myself I don't try. 

I found true love and its more bitter than rye. 

Guess all I can do now, is wait till I die.

You show your poker face, but I haven't even been dealt.

I guess I don't have many friends, so I'm always by myself,

all these lyrics in my head, depleting my mental health, 

this depression's killing me, I think I might need help.