Unlearned

I keep the pictures but I trim them down
Quick cuts with a pair of dull, left-handed scissors
I save friend's faces, but I take mine out
I try to show what I would say
If I knew how

The red is positive, the black is ground
I read directions but I learn
Through shocks and burns
These sounds from can through string
Move out of mouth
I'd take back all the noise I've sent
If I knew how

My heart stores this black charge
Burns cold like some dry cell
Lust is an empty jump start
Hate is the ugly jump start

I'm trying to unlearn
What I know now
Everyone is better off without me