russian doll

Acupuncture needle, new connections

Watch the water boil over, sputter out and break the tension

I can shell another thirty to deflect all my reflections

I can hollow out my chest to make more room for brand new lessons

Just a wound with sheepish clothes

My curls are faux and full of questions

But my teeth are gnashing, woe is me, it's wool, my new collection

I can bridge the gap between the me's in past, future, and present

I don't wanna find the reason I reject my adolescence

I can push it down and make a big thing small, a small thing smaller

But when it gives, it gives

It bends and buckles, and it waves white flags

With whitened knuckles, and it gets you bad, oh

And it gets you bad, oh

Daisy swimming up to see the surface

She can breach or I can cave, fall back to idly submissive

I'm afraid to speak of pain, afraid to wind up in a circuit

Give me something I can't take to test the limits of my purpose

I can push it down and make a big thing small

This is reminiscent, my perplexion stems from flowers pressed in books

I'm on my wall where dust collects

I'm not a sucker through and through

All bark, no bite, and all forgiving

'Til it's something I can't place, the in-between and the reliving

I can push it down and make a big thing small

But when it gives, it gives

It bends and buckles, and it waves white flags

With whitened knuckles, and it gets you bad, oh

And it gets you bad, oh

But when it gives, it gives

Rages and ruptures, and it takes you back

To skipping supper, and it drives you mad, oh

And it drives you mad, oh

Acupuncture needle, new connections

I can fizzle out and break or I can change my depth perception