I'm pullin' knots out of my head   strands of DNA   I am finding a name and all that   has remained within the recess of my brain   I'm tall as a whisper   a blowing seed   I need forgiveness and eyes that see   that I'm sandpaper underneath the layers   of this scaly shedding see-through skin   I am not confident of change   You know, I never am   but that doesn't mean, doesn't mean, doesn't mean   that I can't, I can   I tried my very best   to muffle those monumental screams   that never had a moment, never had a voice   to be heard   to be seen   to be released   and make way for the healing   make way   we chose different things still we chose each other   I know I am not a child and you are not my mother   but I'm still lookin', still lookin', still lookin'   make way, make way