I am from a life filled with gardens I am from wind-blown pollen, spreading rumors and sorrow
From the weeds of covered bruises and closed doors
I am from root digging into my thighs and promising that it means love From the thorns that drag across my skin late at night
From the weeds of covered bruises and closed doors
I am from root digging into my thighs and promising that it means love From the thorns that drag across my skin late at night
