Molasses
Your name was written
On my lungs in molasses
Thick and sticky
Makes it hard to breathe
I've been trying
To scrape it off
For a decade
But my body remembers
And it makes it hard to breathe
Now I know you were broken
But why'd you have to break me too?
I'm waitin' for the day
When I can reclaim
The parts of me you laced with shame
That I folded away
That's on me
I was young I was passive
Here's the part where I take back myself
No more wading through molasses
You used to have me
Wrapped around all your fingers
Made me dance
With strings around my limbs
Now my heart tells a story
But my body doesn't listen
Holding my breath
And biting my tongue
I'm waitin' for the day
When I can reclaim
The parts of me you laced with shame
That I folded away
That's on me
I was young I was passive
Here's the part where I take back myself
No more wading through molasses
You led my fractured little girl along with breadcrumbs
You built her up until you felt it was time to bring her down
But now she's grown
She's smartened up and she's movin' on
There's just a fragment holding on
I'm waitin' for the day
When I can reclaim
The parts of me you laced with shame
That I folded away
That's on me
I was young I was passive
Here's the part where I take back myself
I'm waitin' for the day
When I can reclaim
The parts of me you laced with shame
That I folded away
That's on me
I was young I was passive
Here's the part where I take back myself
No more wading through molasses
On my lungs in molasses
Thick and sticky
Makes it hard to breathe
I've been trying
To scrape it off
For a decade
But my body remembers
And it makes it hard to breathe
Now I know you were broken
But why'd you have to break me too?
I'm waitin' for the day
When I can reclaim
The parts of me you laced with shame
That I folded away
That's on me
I was young I was passive
Here's the part where I take back myself
No more wading through molasses
You used to have me
Wrapped around all your fingers
Made me dance
With strings around my limbs
Now my heart tells a story
But my body doesn't listen
Holding my breath
And biting my tongue
I'm waitin' for the day
When I can reclaim
The parts of me you laced with shame
That I folded away
That's on me
I was young I was passive
Here's the part where I take back myself
No more wading through molasses
You led my fractured little girl along with breadcrumbs
You built her up until you felt it was time to bring her down
But now she's grown
She's smartened up and she's movin' on
There's just a fragment holding on
I'm waitin' for the day
When I can reclaim
The parts of me you laced with shame
That I folded away
That's on me
I was young I was passive
Here's the part where I take back myself
I'm waitin' for the day
When I can reclaim
The parts of me you laced with shame
That I folded away
That's on me
I was young I was passive
Here's the part where I take back myself
No more wading through molasses
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew John Furze
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