Always showing you my hand
and all my papercuts.
Asking you to cauterize
the ones that bleed too much.

But approach with caution
dogs on sidewalks
can be taught in
the art of biting people
who pet us not too often.

My words will keep on swinging
while my spine is strong.
And after that performance
it won't be too long
before you're gone.
'Til I won't find your legs in bed
no matter how far I'm reaching
And I won't learn a single thing
regardless who is teaching
Scrubbing all my skin away,
not clean unless it's bleeding.

Where would be the ceiling?
Cause I've cert'nly found the floor.
My chips are always all in
'til it's more than I'll afford.
Only willing to be vulnerable
once you've slammed the door.

What's more?

Is I haven't bled out yet.