I am wrong to call you home
home on wheels
wheels I can't stop
I was wrong to call her home
her home was lost and I was lost with it
"Don't paint your body"
"Only paper for coloring"
I am not wrong, I am not
I am not wrong, I am not
I will let my hands
catch all the tears
which wash the blood
from my stained body
and use those tears
to paint a new body
a new vessel
which I will call
home
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
I am wrong to call you home
home on wheels
wheels I can't stop
I was wrong to call her home
her home was lost and I was lost with it
"Don't paint your body"
"Only paper for coloring"
I am not wrong, I am not
I am not wrong, I am not
I will let my hands
catch all the tears
which wash the blood
from my stained body
and use those tears
to paint a new body
a new vessel
which I will call
home
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