Last I saw of those eyes So young inside this hand mirror Banished my new hope
Learning to see the other side of a child’s memory That’s ripping at the seam With relative ease I might learn to pretend And bury the shame of raining on your dream On your dream for me
Action-figure-sized brutality Beside this hand mirror Now what you saw I see this time
Learning to feel what the other might have felt In this child’s memory Ripping at the seam With relative ease have I learned too late Your just reward, I disintegrate From the darker side of me...
High above ground I already lost what I found One final charade I already don’t understand what we have made I long to find what might hide right in front of me The light reflects not what I was expecting to see
Trial for your one offense Life- long the sentence Denial of your one defense That you gave up your life trying to make amends
At last I see those eyes again So young upon this hand mirror Free from all I know
Learning to see the other side of a child’s memory Ripping at the seam With relative ease I might’ve tried another way to realize A world without the shame and the lies so…
Unstitch me, strike clean and true Pull the string From the blanket of everything Unstitch me Clean and true Pull the string Dis-integrate me from you
Unstitch me Get it started but Without me You can’t call it everything