I keep the pictures but I trim them down

Quick cuts with a pair of dull, left-handed scissors

I save friend's faces, but I take mine out

I try to show what I would say

If I knew how

The red is positive, the black is ground

I read directions but I learn

Through shocks and burns

These sounds from can through string

Move out of mouth

I'd take back all the noise I've sent

If I knew how

My heart stores this black charge

Burns cold like some dry cell

Lust is an empty jump start

Hate is the ugly jump start

I'm trying to unlearn

What I know now

Everyone is better off without me