If I were writing you'd I'd tell you I've been

The ink would bleed so deep it would be tattoo by broken skin

Drift away

Off the page

Make a mess and lose my cool

So I will not be writing you

If I were writing you'd I'd ramble on and on

About the mirrors that would haunt me and the prayers that kept me strong

But I've worked hard

On my eyes

Changed them back from gray to blue

So I will not be writing you

All I have to offer are stock responses

Like a small town strip mall

Strung together for your convenience

To give you everything you need

'Cuz I cannot provide you with some substance

Or atleast an explanation

Why I locked up and then threw away the key

If I were writing you I'd hope you would be proud

Of how I fought of demons and the person that I found

In my head

That was buried back when I was in school

So I will not be writing you

All I have to offer are stock responses

Like a vending machine

Just enough to give you comfort

For a dollar .25

'Cuz I cannot explain the sinking feeling

That I get when I'm alone

And think I'll never give her everything she needs

If I were writing you I'd probably write a song

About the things I should have told you all along

Keep it slow

Keep it somber

And sing about my blues

So maybe I'll be writing you

So maybe I'll be writing you