I've got slivers in my thumbs and an infection in my gums. I'm throwing out my stops and setting fire to my crops.
I want to start this venture with a newly cleaned slate. I've built bridges in my mind to new places I don't hate. I've done things I've been ashamed of and I've done things I can't believe, but the past is not my future and my faults will take their leave.
You can trust me now. My dishonesty, I cede. I've loosened up these chains and made it possible to see. So who else will to step out to take a new life on with me?