Lyrics

What if I told you
I was wounded from the start –
half apart
So I tucked it away,
let it all get hard
Became devoted
to mending things with holes
I could hold
Felt good to
stretch my hands thin,
pull threads back in
I don’t want to hurt you
I don’t want to make you sad
I’m just dealing with some tough shit
I don’t want to blame myself for
So don’t touch me
Don’t touch me
I’m working on it
Now there’s a stone
that I’ve stitched into my bones –
keeps me cold
Sinks into
the part of me that hates myself
for thinking it’s my fault –
and puts a halt
to all the sweetest mornings
that we could behold –
and now I’m told
it’s alright
but you drop your gaze and sigh
I don’t want to hurt you
I don’t want to make you sad
I’m just dealing with some tough shit
I don’t want to blame myself for
So don’t touch me
Don’t touch me
It’s not your fault
It’s not your doing
Just blame it on those fucking men
who went ahead and fucked with my head
I wish that I could hurt them back
Give them all that I have had -
and not just me, my sisters too,
our mothers, and their mothers
Just because we’ve got some place
to hold things doesn’t mean we want anything
So take your shit back
take all of your shit back
generations of your shit back
all these bags of shit back
we’re calling Marie Kondo, boys,
to hell this brings us any joy
All I want is
Gentle patient kindness
Simple ancient kindness