I'm gonna bring you in
right by the fucking collar.
No, I'm not blowing smoke,
just giving you fair warning.
'Cause I don't right my wrongs,
just chalk 'em up to failures.
My hands are powder white
from clapping out erasers.
You can burn a world of bridges
but you can't kill the rescue mission.
I know the only time
that you feel alive
is when you're working on dying.
Back when you were a kid,
you were fearless
and so god damn triumphant.
Wildflowers bloomed
where you walked.
The weather vane don't rotate,
porch lights don't come on at night anymore.
Casting contentions aside,
tearing through thicket and vine,
I'm gonna find a way
to bring you in from the outside.

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