When you get your heart broke

And your sleepy eyes start fluttering it’s

Time to write take a beat of your pulse

In your throbbing hands

Wring out those last stuck letters

Remember that poetry

It’s still good, even if it was for them

And when you get your heart broke the next time

It won’t be for real

Remember that

Because

The original weren’t never working right from that first one

You’ve only got a replacement in there anyway

That one you cain’t remember

Yeah it’ll itch at you like a song title you haven’t thought of since you

Embarrassed

Could only sing that little snatch of chorus

And you forgot it

Let it go. Weren’t none of it real.

It ain’t your heart broke.