Joey

Dedicated to a friend of mine.

 Today I prayed my plane would crash, so I could feel like you.

And wished my heart was made of glass, so I could shatter too.

Maybe then I could lift you up, and we could pass around the glue.

Today I asked my doctor to tell me there was no cure. 

So I could walk around all day feeling just as impure.

But I don't want to be your reason.

I don't want to make you feel.