Bad Art & Weirdo Ideas کے بول

The sound of your heart is wired to break Too fucked up to love, but too soft to hate The hum of your lungs is my favorite thing And the air you shove out Into my mouth I’ve always felt stuck, alone or ashamed The gutter’s too tough, the stars are too safe I’m always that kid always out of place I try to get found But I’ve never known how I’m tracing the lines on your handsome face The scars on your arms, the shape of your veins We are not alone We are not mistakes Don’t whisper now We’re allowed to be loud