"moot point"

you may never see my hand again
so don't you think
the least
you could do is hold it

goodbye never was your forte
and this "au revoir"
will not support me
right now

a scar is just a tattoo
i did not choose to have done
and your name emblazoned
in
my rib cage
is just an example of one

and excuse me while i
exemplify
the outcome of your needle slip
'cause that's the closest i can come to the truth
without changing "needle" to "fingertip"

you took the pictures
have the proof
so it's like going down from here
could actually bring you there

it's like a score card being held up
in place of your face and your voice
one to zero
but no names there

and excuse me but i think you're correct
in your assumption that you have won
'cause i am trembling inside my chest
from all the
damage that you have done

so forgive me if i just forgive your lies
'cause denial is so far from the truth
at this point
and the point is i had you in my blueprint
but i guess that point is moot

i may never sing these words aloud
and i know that i will
never
send them your way

'cause there were three words you could have said
to cancel all of this
but that chance has
come and gone away

a heart is just a scapegoat
for a brain that's come undone
and i hate to admit by mine
is just the poster mind of one

so i guess i'll just put this bandage on my chest
and use one pebble to slay two giant hawks
'cause this is mutilation not even close to art
and i must cover up 'cause it might unlock