I will run till I bleed. I found no place where I can rest my feet. Beause the day I said I decided to be me, Dad said “find yourself another home.”

But homeless, alone, maybe I could be clean. Jagged tears, holding on. I’m left waiting here for love to rescue me, running on someone else’s steam.

I don’t heal. I don’t see. I don’t think love is what they told me it should be. That said, my hope is gone.

If I bleed, do I win? If I bleed, do I win? If I bleed, will anyone rescue me? If not, I don’t think love could mean anything.

Am I a man? Am I a beast? Am I anything? Do I mean anything to anything?


from The Dear Old Days When I Could Fly, released October 25, 2013



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