Broken Capo

Sitting here on a ledge
I just broke my capo that I've had since I was born

It lays there behind me on my bed
In three pieces like a mom at a morgue

Do you think it's afraid to die?
Do you think it's afraid to die?

I organized my room the other day
Now my record sit on a shelf
While my stuffed animals watch them play

And everything looks perfect from afar
Like little boxes on a screen
And captions pulled from a jar

Do you think he's afraid to die?
Do you think he's afraid to die?

Yeah, I'm partially trying
But yeah, I'm never crying
Even when my heart splits in two

Just because I write this
Doesn't mean that it's all fixed and through

I've bought all I have to buy
My walls are a mosaic telling me I'm kind

And they squeeze me in a surface level way
And even checking all the sites
Couldn't make the fear go away

Do you think he's afraid to die?
Do you think he's afraid to die? (Or is that just me?)
Do you think he's afraid to die? (Or is that just me?)
Do you think he's afraid to die? (Or is that just me?)
Or is that just me?



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Jack Hurwitz
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