Almost lost myself
back then, I think as
I walk in the wet
surrounded by the cold
as the bitter wind
stings my cheek
And I know the stars are there
above the dying trees
but I'm not looking up right now
to see you glowing
to see you hovering
you grabbed my wrists
two winters ago
when I was falling
when my mind was spinning
not to steady me
not to ease my wary mind
but to pull me down
you told me
when I was sixteen
that we are the same
that I am one of you
beneath the skin
and I was terrified
I know now it's just skin
and I know now you're just history
and I'm so much more than that
I'm who I am, I can
make myself
I know the spiral
has brought me here
and this weight on my back
has to be dropped
that I've got to give it away,
send pages of my history
into the wind to travel freely
to eyes that might understand
so I won't look up tonight
I'm cold enough down here
amidst the polluted illusions
I hold onto to keep myself sane
and I'd cut off my arms
if you ever grab my wrists again
I'd sew shut my ears
just to never hear the others
I'd build walls arounbd my mind
just so you could never walk in again
I'd burn out my eyes
just to never look up again
I know now it's just skin
and I know now you're just history
you're not my destiny
I'm so much more than that
so much more than you
I'm who I am, I can
make myself.
back then, I think as
I walk in the wet
surrounded by the cold
as the bitter wind
stings my cheek
And I know the stars are there
above the dying trees
but I'm not looking up right now
to see you glowing
to see you hovering
you grabbed my wrists
two winters ago
when I was falling
when my mind was spinning
not to steady me
not to ease my wary mind
but to pull me down
you told me
when I was sixteen
that we are the same
that I am one of you
beneath the skin
and I was terrified
I know now it's just skin
and I know now you're just history
and I'm so much more than that
I'm who I am, I can
make myself
I know the spiral
has brought me here
and this weight on my back
has to be dropped
that I've got to give it away,
send pages of my history
into the wind to travel freely
to eyes that might understand
so I won't look up tonight
I'm cold enough down here
amidst the polluted illusions
I hold onto to keep myself sane
and I'd cut off my arms
if you ever grab my wrists again
I'd sew shut my ears
just to never hear the others
I'd build walls arounbd my mind
just so you could never walk in again
I'd burn out my eyes
just to never look up again
I know now it's just skin
and I know now you're just history
you're not my destiny
I'm so much more than that
so much more than you
I'm who I am, I can
make myself.

