Come here, look close
Can't you read old history on my hide?
It's written by time, my very own scribe
And experience folds me in like origami
It's made my spirit richer, but my body
My body and mind scream verses of hurt
Don't remind me, I'm well attuned
My aching history festers 'tween the creases
As absence tells of every truth
Don't remind me, mirror
I know I've casted away far more than I can bear
So heal me, rusty faucet
Cleanse me with your cold iron
I see myself again
Every time, a little's changed, a little closer
I'm not to love these lines of shameless memoir
No children to decipher my braille
Alone I pine in this filthy vacuum
Alone and afraid, only company is this glass
It tells of each new etch I leave unwilling
There's only so much room on this discolored canvas
So heal me, rusty faucet
Cleanse me with your cold iron
I see myself again
Every time, a little's changed, a little older
I've got to love these lines of shameless memoir
I could try to make the change,
But the grass doesn't feel quite the same
These days hold little left of vibrance
I feel in my chest, the twisting regret
Of my past gnarled by misguided acts
My face doesn't look quite the same
I still struggle to recognize beneath all the lines
I want to cry, I want someone to tell me
This is my face, this is me, it's alright
To see me and be glad
Tell me my troubled past meant something
So heal me, rusty faucet
Cleanse me with your cold iron
I see myself again
All this time, so much has changed, I'm even older
I could accept it if even one person could promise me-
My eyes get heavy far too soon
My bones feel a red foreshadow of something worse ahead
Above all this pain, I wish just one person could promise me-
So heal me, rusty fountain
Cleanse me with your cold iron
I see myself again
Every time, a little's changed, a little colder
If I could love these lines of shameless memoir
I'd feel a bit of peace looking back
I see my child-self, warped and neglected
I see myself, old and bitter, irrevocably present
Cold iron staring back at me
