Reflections through puddles and glass The mirror only tells half the story Get over your lullabies sweet child 1, 2, skip a few, the days go by so slowly
I’d walk through summer heat and rain But as my fingernails dig deep, There are no following footsteps, Never any cravings other than my own
The siren frogs and sitting logs Eyes like a bug, attracted to the light But I can’t back away from the sky And I told myself months ago…