Raw

The clouds turned into spiny chestnut shells
And when they'd rain down my skin would swell
And the morning song birds were replaced with crow
And the spiny shelled rain would stick to me like Velcro

The beat up tin I'd like to call my car
Would deliver me and all to only a lonely bar
And I would ponder this disease like a peeling onion skin striptease
And I would live to let it win

When I was raw
When I was wrong

Being way too tall for any self regulation
I'd invite the devil in and his entire nation
What in tarnation?
Being way too small to let any angel love me
I would spit on the ground they shadowed
And in the air they flew above me

When I was raw
When I was wrong

When I was raw
When I was wrong
When I was wrong

It took a year or two to heal
To scavenge what was left
Now I walk with much more rhythm
Over the mines I might've dug and left

I was so tainted when I set them
Being blinded from rage
Now I glide until I stumble
But now they fail to engage



Credits
Writer(s): Howe Gelb
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