to grow like a flower that won’t come up straight

or a bone in your leg when you’re seven or eight

it’s like i’ve been keeping my arm in a sling

trying to be a particular thing

i’m gonna grow that bone

i’m gonna bring myself home

holding the weight of the world on my shoulders

pebbles in snowbanks that rolled into boulders

i’m gonna lacerate that wound

i’m gonna be something new

losing a limb in a good amputation

the surgery’s perfect, the sweetest sensation

i’m learning what I should remove

i’m gonna be something new

taking the pieces apart with exactness

sometimes to be your own person takes practice

removing the gauze and removing the pressure

i’m gonna bleed but it’s gonna feel better

i’m gonna let it flow

i’m gonna bring myself home

holding the weight of the world on my shoulders

pebbles in snowbanks that rolled into boulders

i’m gonna lacerate that wound

i’m gonna be something new

losing a limb in a good amputation

the surgery’s perfect, the sweetest sensation

i’m learning what I should remove

i’m gonna be something new

what if i what if i

sleep in my gown on the table tonight

did something hard cause i knew it was right

would you bring back the girl i remember

would you cut me up and then put me together