[00:00.000] 作词 : Mary Lambert
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Mary Lambert
[00:04.842]What if I told you trauma was a stalker?
[00:05.906]Follows me room to room,
[00:06.436]visits me at work,leaves dead animals on my day planner,
[00:06.703]texts me knives,
[00:06.959]licks my memory before I have a chance to get it right.
[00:07.235]I am digging myself into a carpet, learning how to make wool imprints on my kneecaps.
[00:07.760]This is how I learn to dance, with half of my body on fire.
[00:08.293]There is not enought whiskey in the world, to make any of this bearable.
[00:44.680]But I have been sceaming in the basement of my trauma, trying to find a window, a light, a string, a sound.
[00:53.979]Something that doesn't read "helpless", something that doesn't read "sad girl, crying all the time."
[00:59.819]A wreck in shower, a wet mess huddled in a bed.
[01:03.274]Don't look at me like that,
[01:04.610]like I can do better,
[01:05.936]like this sadness is a well that I jumped into on purpose,
[01:09.920]Nothing is on purpose.
[01:12.309]My mania is so stupid and marvelous.
[01:15.504]It sits in a glass jar, teetering on a kitchen counter.
[01:21.876]I am always one slipped rug, away from losing everything.