She says that she's forgotten She says that she's forgotten how to cry I've seen her get addicted to processes And still she managed to separate the dry Cracks from the ones that let water Flow freely and delight the thirsty child Who's been running, running away from No sad days But no safety from her pain
And closing books in mid-sentence She walked away from a moment that she despised She's choking on her own tears Tears that burn on the inside of her eyes And love is the ghost of her refuge That allays her fears and her smiles for awhile Who's been running? Who's been running away from the thirsty child Cry She's crying Where no one can hear
Lately when I see her patience is waning With everyone that comes by She seems like she's been waiting For the right conditions to cry Lately when I see our sweetness get bitter We're shelterless and dry Like as if you somehow get weaker by Being vulnerable I'm not vulnerable.