walking myself home in the dark
walking myself home, through the trees
across the stagnant pools, uprooting turnips
plucking flower petals on the way,
(I’m tired of doing this alone)
You were always accompanied
(Sometimes I thought… what I’m holding is too much
for anyone to be with)
Now you know that’s not true, yeah?
(Yeah)
(Yeah I know.
I am held)
You are, you were, you will be
(Thank you for the hard things
that show me what is
survivable)
Everything. All of it
(Yeah. All this is welcome
too)