Cut my tongue
On the biggest jawbreaker I could find.
I was young -
Licking sugar off my hands to pass the time.
Feelin' harsh.
And I'm sick the day before it's halloween.
Come so far -
There are pieces I could pass for make believe.
What if at the center I am just more of the same?
What if at the center I am just more of the same?
Sugar and cement fill in the tunnels in my brain
Feeling soft.
Red color on my lips to show the scar.
When we kiss -
Metallic cold, old hurt is not that far.
I was screaming -
Bloodied in my fathers arms.
We keep dreaming.
Statues cry,
We don't know why it's still so hard.
What if at the center I am just more of the same?
What did not hold me, could not hold me
What if at the center I am just more of the same?
What did not hold me, could not hold me