Waste

I watch your hand unclench
The bone and veins move the same as mine
But the structures in your wrist maim me inside

I hear her sigh
Said "it's no big deal"
While she sits on skylines
Your knee against her thigh

I know
Despite the rows
Of stitches in my flesh
I'll still want to regress
Back to the girl my mother knew
Flower-christened true
Now I've wasted body, wasted time
Just to feel the need to be alive

I feel her eyes on me
I know my body makes her think of you
I'm too soft, too dumb to be anything but immune
She thinks it's cute
Naive to think she'd see me as anything but an ingénue

I know
Despite the rows
Of stitches in my flesh
I'll still want to regress
Back to the girl my mother knew
Flower-christened true
Now I've wasted body, wasted time
Just to feel the need to be alive



Credits
Writer(s): Charlotte Messer, Ian Aviña, Leon Bushelman, Matty Mabry
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