I rub my eyes every first moment I see
A tiny new cut invited every light for a drink
Even the ones that kept me awake all night
A glimmer of a life only a dream can think of

I rubbed the skin raw right above my heart
The cutting knife guided my blood to the levee
The clock ticks louder next to the flood
I’m listening but time cannot drown love

I rubbed the bottom of my feet until I laughed
The cut between my toes stayed too long
My socks mopped up like tea steeped in water
Walking on my own water is better than a drug

I rubbed my ears while a preacher talked
The cutting words asked me a question
Do you think what he can see is real?
Can I have believe in a grave that will be dug?

I rubbed my head right where my hair starts
Can a cut heal in a holy way if I'm not clean enough?
Burning hands full of nail ends try my mind
But I’m going to call on a willing heart laying on a rug

I rubbed a piece of paper full of my mistakes
I cut my hands hoping they would go but it’s just me
I can take it now because here is not there anymore
The past is too blind for me to live below or above