flinching Lyrics

When I pick and rip my nails, it brings me closer to my father

But it also makes me wither

Trapped in a memory loop of abuse

An unwelcomed history lesson in shame

Echoes of my hated and broken body

The taste of soap in my mouth

I wish they would stop appearing in my dreams

When I wrap myself up in the tongue of tomorrow

It is nearly impossible not to recognize that I am not worthy of it's warm and gentle embrace

But rather the confining dance of its sandpaper like skin

Grating and crushing

Slowly peeling away my layers

Lapping up the blood and the serum and the tears with a snicker and a wink

Because all that I am worthy of is a bath

Cleansing me of my sins

Cleansing me of my skins

Cleansing me of myself

This is what dreams are made of