It's a dance I've forgotten the steps to
An equation, a misplaced formula
A melody with lost lyrics
Forgiving myself is as easy
As putting my hand on a hot skillet
Loving myself might as well be
Rocket science
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Bitter are the memories
That marr my skin
In unwanted scars
And paint my prose
In purple flowers
Give me an IV
Of rain-soaked November nights
Or dry heat against my skin
And fresh earth between my toes
Or the feeling of a hand
On my shoulder
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 12:51 PM UTC
It's a dance I've forgotten the steps to
An equation, a misplaced formula
A melody with lost lyrics
Forgiving myself is as easy
As putting my hand on a hot skillet
Loving myself might as well be
Rocket science
------------
Bitter are the memories
That marr my skin
In unwanted scars
And paint my prose
In purple flowers
Give me an IV
Of rain-soaked November nights
Or dry heat against my skin
And fresh earth between my toes
Or the feeling of a hand
On my shoulder
