The Thunder Answered Back

Oh, how my heart can fly

When your smile has good intentions (and "hi" can mean the world to me)

I know singing makes you shy

When it's in front of me and my friends (but your singing means the world to me)

How I tried to keep my cool

When we disappointed you

You waxen wing, you foolish thing

And oh, how I can still taste

Your tongue tied stare upon my face

You dirty look, you burning bush

So here I sit, come to rest

Some weight upon your little chest

You free-for-all, you wrecking ball

Blubbering next to your bed

To lay waste to your healthy head

You spiderweb, you dance of death

And I believe you'd be so cold

To leave me hanging all day long

You prickly frost you courage lost

But I could never be so mad

To shake you by the shoulders screaming

You coward, you hummingbird

I screamed out how'd it get this bad?

And the thunder answered back

If you know not what you lack

Then you must unturn your back

Your inside is overcast

You are tethered to your past

And it must feel like fucking hell

To be a patchwork of yourself

A bunch of scraps thrown and sewn around your bones

And though you're alone it's holding you too tightly

But who are you?

From where do you come?

What do you believe in?

And whom do you love?