I'm prone to injury
but not on purpose
I'm just clumsy and
don't pay attention

I let people in
but not on purpose
I'm just not careful and
I don't lock my doors at night.

I try to let
my blood run clean
but you have a mean tendency
to pour salt in my wound.

But I don't learn from mistakes
I just make them again
So I won't wrap it up
I'll let my wounds out at night

I'll let my blood run down my arm
and I'll hope that it can make it
down my *******
and I'll hope it will drip down
onto my leg
and I hope that it will trickle down my knee
and I'll hope that it will crawl onto the ground
without getting salty.

Maybe someday
There will be a pool of clean blood and
Maybe someday
Somebody will splash in it
Without getting salt on their shoes.