Grazed hands
Bruised knees
The shape of your eyes when you're not listening
Was so sure of myself
Making grand statements of intent
Pamphleting for things you never meant
And then the year that swallowed me whole
Hey Jonah, where's that boat gone?
I shouldn't feel like this
It shouldn't feel like this
Now every time I move, I confess
That I lost track of who I am
Somewhere back then
It shouldn't feel like this
Bones click
Lost limbs
I'm sick of hearing why
I'm this sad beached wreck
Like I had never seen you go