Anything But Me

I’ve got stones instead of bones.
A heart beating cold and blue.
Cold and true.
A rip where my heart’s stitched on.
Feeling long gone.
Made wrong, made right.
Who can say, but I?

You can say I’m wrong.
You can say I’m right.
You can say, say, say till you’re tired of eyes gone dark.

Wish it’d break.
Wish it’d warm.
Wish I could see the lightning storm.

Wish I could be…
Anything but me.