| You fell for the first option presented of new rebirth
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| You couldn’t see it but you thought you’d believe it
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| Since your soles cramping up have been swollen and sore
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| Your new shoes back then just don’t fit anymore
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| You retraced the same shape, cut up and re-sewn
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| When you felt abandoned, when you felt alone
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| And on New Years you resolved to make your chaos external
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| Duress of sickening kinds, a half year blacked-out of my mind
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| No string traced back to a place-marker alleviate
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| Erase failed attempts at obstructing machines
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| Got drained when the crutch became vampiracy
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| Bit off more than could chew and then swallowed it whole
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| I choked on your temper when you felt alone
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| And the sirens cry loudly
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| I am reflexive, I cry loudly
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| You put my picture in framing
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| Hung forever, left me strangling
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| Called me 'baby'
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| And with your nature reversed and our home as our cage
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| You caved and you asked «is this coming of age?»
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| As you climbed out the window, your face cold as stone
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| You lifted the towel, your wrist showed the bone
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| I held my breath in the ER, I swayed as I stood
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| I tried to stay steady to protect you the best that I could
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| You pretended to sleep the entire ride home
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| But I heard you crying when you felt alone |