I Cant Function If Im All Ears Poem by Her Name Is Taylor

Thats ok, and thats fine too
and what you did last night is between him and you
I say the words to my friends, like a breaking record
over an over again....

but what would they do, if I said
something back...
something so unexpected, it will hit their frisky chests
because I was born with ears, but more importantly
I was born with a brain
and I know that its sad, but our lives are not the same
and your nights could be flooded with the most secrets and lies
and my nights are filled with Pringles and and microwaved
apple pies,
and your sweet escape isnt the same as mine
and I hate to see you use yourself this way
and I know you would hate it if I said that wasnt ok
but way underneath my head, there is a living heart
and it hates to see you tear your future apart

and on its sides are reaching, helping arms
with hands to seek you through
and a wonderful willingness to always help you
and I know you may think that I am ALL ears
but I have hiding parts ready to dry those regretful tears