lyrics

take the time that isn’t mine
and I still come up empty
born, as I am, to grip with rough hands
it is that which makes me unworthy

every ounce of pain 
bottled at the source
wellspring of my being
this baptism could never wash the stain
for every ounce of pain
bottled at the source 
wellspring of my being

I am the mouse’s head
pinned my metal spring 
lured by most gracious hosts
while trapped asked to sing

to please is to be loved 
and I am so very much
by those who’d brush me under the rug
when things start to get rough

every ounce of pain 
bottled at the source
wellspring of my being
this baptism could never wash the stain
for every ounce of pain
bottled at the source 
wellspring of my being

though I feel I must steal
your ever-eloquent vocabulary 
I must wrestle this empty vessel
to wring my name from my memory
my memory
is it true
is it true
you could feel me
but I could never feel you

take the time that isn’t mine
and I still come up empty
born, as I am, to grip with rough hands
it is that which makes me unworthy

every ounce of pain 
bottled at the source
wellspring of my being
this baptism could never wash the stain
for every ounce of pain
bottled at the source 
wellspring of my being

HARDTHEREAL BOUNCE (scribble set)

BB MINKIE