Couldn't eat so
I smoked a cigarette,
now all I've got is shallow satisfaction,
bad breath.
But I'll pick my scabs, just to
remind myself,
Pick my scabs
as if I could find myself
finger-deep in my own left thigh.
Missed you today,
I turned the TV on so I wouldn't
feel alone, and
let reality slip
away.
And I pick my scabs to remind myself,
Pick my scabs to encourage better health
And I pick my scabs so I can know they're healing
I always fell in love with
moments, never with the man.
I danced through stars to
love songs I couldn't understand
And I pick
my scabs, just to remind myself
And I pick my scabs,
just to pretend to know
how scars are birthed from blooming skin
Pick my scabs like I wish I
could crack apart my shell,
let it shatter
let it shatter
But you can't see it, so to you it doesn't matter.
Flesh will always lie, but my keloids will remember.
Bitter past will grasp upon you
but surviving is what matters.
So I,
pick my scabs
to remind myself
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 6:59 PM UTC
Couldn't eat so
I smoked a cigarette,
now all I've got is shallow satisfaction,
bad breath.
But I'll pick my scabs, just to
remind myself,
Pick my scabs
as if I could find myself
finger-deep in my own left thigh.
Missed you today,
I turned the TV on so I wouldn't
feel alone, and
let reality slip
away.
And I pick my scabs to remind myself,
Pick my scabs to encourage better health
And I pick my scabs so I can know they're healing
I always fell in love with
moments, never with the man.
I danced through stars to
love songs I couldn't understand
And I pick
my scabs, just to remind myself
And I pick my scabs,
just to pretend to know
how scars are birthed from blooming skin
Pick my scabs like I wish I
could crack apart my shell,
let it shatter
let it shatter
But you can't see it, so to you it doesn't matter.
Flesh will always lie, but my keloids will remember.
Bitter past will grasp upon you
but surviving is what matters.
So I,
pick my scabs
to remind myself
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