Lyric

Under my skin, a girl still claws

Scattering bone-noise into the night

From my toes, the red of time

Seeps and stains, drop by drop

The second hand bares its fangs

And bites into me

Still not dead

I chew on my dreams

Age twenty, dissection

Carve me down to nothing

Sweet causes, bitter lies

I cannot swallow them whole

Until I laugh and kick apart

The cage they call “grown-up”

Please… don’t stain me

I crush the corpses of calendars

Devouring tomorrow with today

Deep inside my pulse, a rotting fruit

Cries and laughs, “Don’t go yet”

Promises are knives

That keep on splitting me open

With a tear-stained grin

I burn the girl inside

Age twenty, dissection

Let me keep thrashing

With wet fingers, pry the hole in the night

Wide like a wound

Until I spit out

The idea of believing in tomorrow

Please… don’t stain me

Dream and reality kiss

And I’m drowning in their breath

If I could peel away the skin of adulthood

And die with the face of a girl…

Age twenty, dissection

Carve me down to nothing

Sweet causes, bitter lies

Still clutched to my chest

Until I laugh and kick apart

The cage they call “grown-up”

Please… don’t stain me