I'm pullin' knots out of my head
strands of DNA
I am finding a name and all that
has remained within the recess of my brain
I'm tall as a whisper
a blowing seed
I need forgiveness and eyes that see
that I'm sandpaper underneath the layers
of this scaly shedding see-through skin
I am not confident of change
You know, I never am
but that doesn't mean, doesn't mean, doesn't mean
that I can't, I can
I tried my very best
to muffle those monumental screams
that never had a moment, never had a voice
to be heard
to be seen
to be released
and make way for the healing
make way
we chose different things still we chose each other
I know I am not a child and you are not my mother
but I'm still lookin', still lookin', still lookin'
make way, make way
