My intelligence could be questioned
Or revoked
But I hope your done watching
I can’t be forgotten
I can’t tell you the capital of Norway
Or the square root of sixty-four
But do you wonder
Wonder what I know
I could tell you what it’s like
To slice your wrists
Watch the crimson blood come out
You don’t cry
You watch with interest
Then the next day
Laugh with your friends
Over an emo joke
(I wish my grass was emo so then it could cut itself. Ha ha)
You’re dying inside
No one cares
I could tell you what it’s like
To love someone who will
Never love you back
And tell you how to cry
Without anything
Coming out of your eyes
Could tell you about love
I could tell you despair
I can’t tell you chemistry
But I could tell you what matters