and when it did, it scattered a thousand seeds,
So the next time I tell you
how easily I come out of my skin,
don’t try to put me back in,
Just say, here we are, together at the window
aching for it to all get better
but knowing as bad as it hurts,
our hearts may have only just skinned their knees,
knowing there is a chance
the worst day might still be coming,
Let me say, right now for the record,
I’m still gonna be here,
asking this world to dance
even if it keeps stepping on my holy feet…"
