I own everything that happened,
my own glasses, rose colored or mollasses
no fear now that your spirits might be dampened
It’s my story, all this of shit that has happened
Pull on string, unravel a sweater
knit it back together, for my mother
Trying so hard to make it all better,
Hide all these bruises, so as to protect her
My hairy arms hide no lies, cannot deny my family ties
No one lights a candlelight to place it under a bowl to hide
Peace keeping is a tough business,
it’s hideous, and somehow still a prerequisite
For maintaining, and for not straining
My randomly dealt hand of first relationships
My fond memories bank is vacant
Nostalgia's gone, it’s absence is blatant
I only recall feeling slightly connected, vaguely related
Mostly forsaken
I've every reason to cling to a story composed of lovelier things
but when the tide comes in who can choose what it is that it brings
trying to hold back the truth that the body tells takes such energy
tried to bury it into the ground, but it was buried in me
My hairy arms hide no lies, cannot deny my family ties
No one lights a candlelight to place it under a bowl to hide
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