Civil
The blows fall short
But I feel the effort behind them
So loud are sounds
Too fragile are my bones
Burning like acid in my blood
I've run out of things to count
My discomfort makes itself known
Too short of arms
Another day guarded
Plotting the next attack
I'm not the one with a knife behind my back
I'm back to shame, the corners
The rocks where I am dashed
Back to the wall, flowers, wallflowers, and ballerinas
I'm invaded
Come to make me civil
But I am my own kind
Let me remind you
I am my own kind
We both bleed inside
I cherished your heart as my own, irreplaceable
That's why I leave you alone
You award me backhanded
The consolation you give to me
Is nothing to celebrate
Becoming someone I hate
Doing things I don't believe in
I've run out of things to count
My discomfort makes itself known
Too short of arms
Another day guarded
Plotting the next attack
I'm not the one with a knife behind my back
I'm back to shame, the corners
The rocks where I am dashed
Back to the wall, flowers, wallflowers and ballerinas
I'm invaded
Come to make me civil
But I am my own kind
Let me remind you
I am my own kind
You bend the rules because they serve you
But I was right the whole time
I am my own kind
Let me remind you
But I feel the effort behind them
So loud are sounds
Too fragile are my bones
Burning like acid in my blood
I've run out of things to count
My discomfort makes itself known
Too short of arms
Another day guarded
Plotting the next attack
I'm not the one with a knife behind my back
I'm back to shame, the corners
The rocks where I am dashed
Back to the wall, flowers, wallflowers, and ballerinas
I'm invaded
Come to make me civil
But I am my own kind
Let me remind you
I am my own kind
We both bleed inside
I cherished your heart as my own, irreplaceable
That's why I leave you alone
You award me backhanded
The consolation you give to me
Is nothing to celebrate
Becoming someone I hate
Doing things I don't believe in
I've run out of things to count
My discomfort makes itself known
Too short of arms
Another day guarded
Plotting the next attack
I'm not the one with a knife behind my back
I'm back to shame, the corners
The rocks where I am dashed
Back to the wall, flowers, wallflowers and ballerinas
I'm invaded
Come to make me civil
But I am my own kind
Let me remind you
I am my own kind
You bend the rules because they serve you
But I was right the whole time
I am my own kind
Let me remind you
Credits
Writer(s): Sierra Rogers
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