There's a microcosm of seventeen-year-olds
With cigarette burns
I keep piling everything on you
It's become habitual
Yet you say loving me is manageable
I find that hard to believe because
I am not desirable
And I hold the knife to my stomach but
You're the one to pull it back
Skeletons in my closet yet
You still walk
Down this path
Sprawled out on the turf
Pretending scars don't burn
It's incomprehensible
To be without reservations
Not to burden everyone you love
And oh what have I become?
Sprawled out on the turf
Pretending scars don't burn
Sprawled
Out on the turf
Oh what have I become
And what was I worth
Don't know the particulars
The sun spoke to me she said
"It's lighter in the morning
And love will still remain
Yes, you will still remain."
