作词 : Mary Lambert
 作曲 : Mary Lambert
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 a carpet, learning how to make wool imprints on my kneecaps.
This is how I learn to dance, with half of my body on fire.
There is not enought whiskey in the world, to make any of this bearable.
But I have been sceaming 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 shower, a wet mess huddled in a bed.
Don't look at me like that,
like I can do better,
like this 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 a kitchen counter.
I am always one slipped rug, away from losing everything.