Sword

Hang me up in your closet

Paint me underneath

Look through cracks and I see both your faces

Inches between both my feet

When is it my turn to not live in fear?

What are you afraid of?

Washing clothes with all the stains that I made on them

I see you walking in

Closing all the doors before I even say your—

What are you afraid of?

Now, in crowds, we're surrounded

Lost, but I'm able to point out you from them

Lost, but you're walking away from me again

When is it my turn to not live in fear?

What are you afraid of?

Washing clothes with all the stains that I made on them

I see you walking in

Closing all the doors before I even say your name

Before I even say your name