If the sun could burn away
All my smooth skin
And leave me rough again,
I’d be ok with that.
If the light that shines
Into my eyes
Could help me see my darker lies,
I’d lay here 'till I was blind.
At the very least it leaves me red,
So you can’t hear the things inside my head
When your voice hits me like these air currents of mine,
Flowing ever soft across my chest
As I wait for my chance to shine.