Everything Is Caving (Dear Reader)

Why is it that sadness doesn't make a sound I don't want you around I gave you all I had, then you swiftly gave it back I don't know what you want Everything is caving falling into ruin everybody learns we spend most our lives just picking up the mess but there is never less A broken little boy from the window where he fell I did not love him well if jesus is my friend then I don't know where he went with the heart that he stole I look in your eyes and there I see a version of me I'd like to meet while lying alone inside the dark wondering what our lives are for I must cut them out and zip them up in the palms of my hands so I can look whenever I feel like giving up but then you'd be blind so I must stop