Trauma

A window and a room
 it's all i have and all i need
 babies now in bloom
 and no one whispers softly
 i don't know
 why i care
 i guess i should
 and here we are
 right back where we started
 can't break what's ours
 even if we don't want it now
 though we try so hard
 just to make it painless
 there is always blood
 a figure and a girl
 august years will remind me
 of those once forward views
 i guess we learn to live with dying
 it all comes down
 to sex or love
 i hate to choose
 and here we are
 right back where we started
 can't break what's ours
 even if we don't want it now
 though we try so hard
 just to make it painless
 there is always blood
 here's a lie
 i confess
 every time i gave less
 how else could you love me
 with every part in between
 stuck along blood red seams
 a lifetime of smoke screen
 the feeling comes again
 and i don't want to look
 it's on and it's over
 save second looks