I took my heart
And let it breathe
I let it sink away from here

I took my body
And my noisy mind
I let them sink into the shape of my heart
I picked up the blue crayon
Drew the ocean quietly
And myself in a coat
I picked up the brown crayon
And drew the cliff I am standing on
And the hull of the boat
And I took black for its steam
And engine

I took my heart
And forced it to see
I made it eat this air here

I took my body
And noisy mind
I made them fit the shape of the library
I picked up the black crayon
And drew many grids
Like a paper full of scars
And a grid chair and desk
And my grid body hunched over
I took a yellow crayon
And drew the state light of a lamp
To illuminate the blackness

Stop whispering
Or stop shouting
Just shut up
And listen
I need to talk
And need you to believe
Cold shoulders
Cold mountains
I can’t believe.