those seven months i spent rolling around on the floor just like a crippled bird i had my back through the door still i turned my nose up at the water and bread despite my greater love i was pr0tected and fed but i am here i am here in the center of myself and do you still think about me yes i am here waging battle with this version of myself i right my wrongs and think how things used to be yes i do some kind of violent spring i have to cover my eyes water chokes the lense spitting up on the sky rain down in paragraph form too late and i don t know why i put my legacy first oh what a reason to die all the hours past the body pressed to the wall hear you breath in breath out sometimes nothing at all can you still hear me now oh there s no labor too small labor run through you it s just response to a call but i am here i am here in the center of myself and do you still think about me yes i am here waging battle with this version of myself i right my wrongs and think how things used to be yes i do a celebration coming up i see the rising of dawn oh the sun in the scratch of the mirror it starts to blind me coming up fast when did it start to go wrong i keep a picture of you on the mantle to remind me of a time when life used to be so easy so easy and so small i want to dance something caustic and real oh these days we trade the earth for the things that we feel healing hands never choosing to heal all this time the laws smashed i know you like breaking laws something you felt something you ve seen we are embodied in between but when you re lost in your right when you are selfish and mean you are the ugliest person that i have ever seen and i hate you i hate you yes i really do but i am here i am here in the center of myself and do you still think about me yes i am here waging battle with this version of myself i right my wrongs and think how things used to be i am here i am here in the center of myself and do you still think about me yes i am here waging battle with this version of myself i bite my tongue and think how things used to be so easy