I've seen the field where I laid myself down to bleed
My hands dripping from the blood pooling out of my mouth
I've held my hand as I leaped off the branch of the cedar tree in my yard
and twisted my ankle yet too afraid to tell my mother
I remember knowing I had to stop but egging myself on to keep going
A bad influence to even my own conscious mind
I am drifting through these times with a passenger that predicts my every move
And I follow the lead and hold the box of matches