Draw this out
A bad dream you face with a sewn-up mouth
When you see me as a child
God knows I wish you could turn back time
Hold me in all that I was, all I revise now
Wash that down
Late at night
Bumping limbs, weaving home
Through man-made woods that seed in fire
Don't go
You're all that I know
You don't waste time avoiding pain
You keep dashing out and back to hold me in my place
With blistered hands, oh
