Get myself out of the city

And try to shake off all these feelings of pity I have for myself

And for all those who spend their time with me

What will I carry inside me

Inherited pain

Someday maybe a baby will make a home out of my body

And then I'll be forced to think of it fondly

Please tell me that I'm doing better

Than I was this time last year

Please tell me when you look around

You are certain you want to be here

I hear you sing something pretty

Borrowing words

Are you trying to remind me?

I used to listen to the sound of your voice through your chest

Slowly descending

Please tell me that I'm doing better

Than I was this time last year

Please tell me when you look around

You are certain you want to be here