How am I to act? How am I to think?
Suddenly you are, from a thrash of heat
Little recklessness, little consequence
Little waking breath stirring in my chest
Oh what am I to you?
You do not belong to me
My heart wrung out, I still feel you
Swinging from my family tree
Should I stick around
To watch you from the window?
You are safe and warm
I’ll only confuse you
Hold tight to what I thought
I knew about decision
My womb is sheltering
A swelling soured emotion
Hold tight to what I think
I know about redemption
Lord, kill this phantom, swinging
Gaping hole sensation
I am still a child
Raging in my bed
Can you hold us both?