When you are balancing the leaves on a backyard tree

Leaning over the railing you are standing on

All the blood that has gone to your head

Disagrees with the bricks that its spilling on



You awaken to words not ready to hear

The dogs put to sleep, your brother no longer is here

But Thanksgiving is coming and you have

Such a wonderful scar dear



When you are jumping out of your sensitive skin

For seventeen years shivering

Only everyday from the wood shops and fig trees

And fingers gone missing secretly strange



You balance has vanished

You wake on concrete in a daze

While you were unconcious

The quiet ones crowded the stage



When you are choking on fire

You are breathing the south

In front of your friends house too late

All the ashes are flying beside her tonight

Uncovering everything



All the sickness builds up in your body

Over so final and suddenly

Back-sliding through tunnels of light

Come alive while putting your life to sleep



You awaken to words not ready to hear

Unrecognizably perfectly clear

But Thanksgiving is coming and you have

Such a wonderful scar dear.