Trauma Is A Stalker Songtext
What if I told you trauma was a stalker?
Follows me room to room, visits me at work
Leaves dead animals on my day planner
Texts me knives, licks my memory before I have a chance to get it right
I am digging myself into the carpet
Learning how to make wool imprints on my kneecaps
This is how I learned to dance
With half of my body on fire
There is not enough whiskey in the world
To make any of this bearable
Follows me room to room, visits me at work
Leaves dead animals on my day planner
Texts me knives, licks my memory before I have a chance to get it right
I am digging myself into the carpet
Learning how to make wool imprints on my kneecaps
This is how I learned to dance
With half of my body on fire
There is not enough whiskey in the world
To make any of this bearable
But I have been screaming in the basement of my trauma
Trying to find a window
A light, a string, a sound
Something that doesn't read "helpless"
Something that doesn't read "sad girl, crying all the time"
A wreck in a shower, a wet mess huddled in a bed
Don't look at me like that, like I can do better
Like this is sadness is a well that I jumped into on purpose
Nothing is on purpose
My mania is so stupid and marvelous
It sits in a glass jar
Teetering on the kitchen counter
I am always one slipped rug
Away from losing everything
Trying to find a window
A light, a string, a sound
Something that doesn't read "helpless"
Something that doesn't read "sad girl, crying all the time"
A wreck in a shower, a wet mess huddled in a bed
Don't look at me like that, like I can do better
Like this is sadness is a well that I jumped into on purpose
Nothing is on purpose
My mania is so stupid and marvelous
It sits in a glass jar
Teetering on the kitchen counter
I am always one slipped rug
Away from losing everything
