The things you buried long ago
Indentations, once were red
Company you kept between your sheets
But never in your head
You spread your wings and tried to fly
At least that’s what your mother said
Your life displayed upon the wall
Picture frames and dirty glass
Distant drums of memories past
You wish you knew but never asked
And oh, your weathered and wrinkled skin
bones dissolve, Begin again
The grapevines grew in twists and turns
Pushed and pulled, pierced, removed
Reminiscent of the way
Our mouths and bodies used to move
And oh, your weathered and wrinkled skin
bones dissolve, Begin again
And now you’re one plus eighty three
The mirror shows what you can’t see
Touch the lines upon your face
Deep avenues of woven lace
And oh the things you’ve seen
Four walls and a tambourine
And oh, your weathered and wrinkled skin
bones dissolve, Begin again
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