I inspired someone once
The deep sinking feeling of being
I've left marks on this scorched earth that I
Cannot take back.
And though I'm not sorry,
(When have I ever been, truly?)
There's more than a few pieces
I'd drown in the bathtub.
I remember once, or twice
Lying on the grass talking of love
The bitter taste of forever on our tongues
We were children then,
Regretful that we never learned to run.
I've never looked for where I belong,
But darling,
Oh, how I've hid from the sun.