Building Me

I don't know what to do,
where to go or with who.
I'm twenty four years old
and don't have a fucking clue.
My favorite color
has a tendency to change
like my friend circles
I tend to rearrange.
Maybe I like choices
or shine less when I'm not new.
or I could be hiding
because I have trust issues.

I have all of these theories
but have barely made a start
on reconstructing
this old and rusty heart
I have floor-plans and sketches
these ideas of how to be
but as long as I put them off
nobody is building me.

I don't know what to say
I wasn't always this way.
I'm twenty four years old
I don't want to be saved.
I don't think I'm broken
but what do I know?
This one time I was unaware
I had broken my toe.

I have all of these theories
but have barely made a start
on reconstructing
this old and rusty heart
I have floor-plans and sketches
these ideas of how to be
but as long as I put them off
nobody is building me.

I don't know who I am
I have all these lines on my hands.
I am twenty four years old
a psychic tried to tell me my plans.
she said "it didn't look pretty"
I asked her "what was new?"
She said "I think I know your problem
and I think you know it's you."

I have all of these theories
but have barely made a start
on reconstructing
this old and rusty heart
I have floor-plans and sketches
these ideas of how to be
but as long as I put them off
nobody is building me.

I don't think I'm broken
but what do I know?
This one time I was unaware
I had broken my toe.