They can tell their little girl's doing it again Floating on her raft bed, Drifting in the open water Navigating harsh turns
******* the water as she's swallowed into darkness An extension of the yearning She holds underneath her rib cage Her parents say they understand
Build her self expression between bars Hoping in a corner for someone to come explain Leave her in the moonlight tell her She can't *******
She may wonder why most of her adult life She can never see the stars that others see With bitten lip behind their eyes
It's too late But is it too late ever to learn about the space you take? It's too late But is it too late ever to kiss yourself til you get love?
even if it has to be pulled through sheets to your toes even if you have to scream a summoning call and wriggle through the tingles crawling up your bed legs