You kick every car with a car alarm.
You let me pick the lock on your heart and write secrets on it.
You put a white porcelain shotgun against my coal black heart and pull the trigger.
I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.