Sing

Keep pushing it out
Keep forcing the words
Just trying to make myself sing
Just pushing it out
Just forcing the verbs
The adjectives to make me bring
This life to noise
This world to song
Anything to make me breathe
Keep pushing it out
Keep forcing the words
To make me sing

He strums a guitar
He plays me a song
He made the words up
In an old notebook
I stole his pen
Wrote myself for him
Tried to make a sound
But it doesn't speak

So when does this moment become something permanant?
How do I make your eyes, your face, something they can understand?

Keep pushing it out
Keep forcing the words
Just trying to make myself sing
Just pushing it out
Just forcing the verbs
The adjectives to make me bring
This life to noise
This world to song
Anything to make me breathe
Keep pushing it out
Keep forcing the words
To make me sing

I broke his keychain
But he keeps playing
He stops to ask me
"Is this too sad?"
His mom drinks her wine
Taps her foot to the time
Loves the way his voice
Bends those strings

And I'm the lucky one who gets to love him 'til I die
Write a sad song for me, make this moment a crime

Keep pushing it out
Keep forcing the words
Just trying to make myself sing
Just pushing it out
Just forcing the verbs
The adjectives to make me bring
This life to noise
This world to song
Anything to make me breathe
Keep pushing it out
Keep forcing the words
To make me sing