Tom Wood

12:25

Can thoughts present themselves?

In the form of something physical?

I feel them crawl down my back

This stress is \"theoretical\"

 

Don\'t test me as I come

Or please me as I leave [because]

I feel your eyes both on my back

Your hands imprint on my sleeve

 

I can\'t fix you, I can\'t fix–

what\'s been broken again, and again

I can love, help, support, and please

But I have to first let go of me

 

You had me wrapped around your finger

And I fear that you still do

My emotions all still linger and

That\'s how I know my love was true

 

I want to break my heart again

Clean up all the pieces

Start again with new eyes

New eyes that are more pure

 

Spare my heart your capricious malice

I\'m trapped and faint in a broken palace

 

 

[Originally written September 10th, 2020.]