The Thunder Answered Back

Oh, how my heart can fly when your smile has good intentions
(and "hi" can mean the world to me)
And I know singing makes you shy when it's in front of me and my friends
(but your singing means the world to me)

And how I tried to keep my cool when we disappointed you
You waxen wing, you foolish thing
And oh, how I can still taste your tongue-tied stare upon my face
You dirty look, you burning bush

So here I sit, I've come to rest some weight upon your little chest
You free-for-all, you wrecking ball
Hovering next to your bed, to lay waste to your healthy head
You spider web, you dance of death

I believe you'd be so cold to leave me hanging all day long
You prickly frost, you courage lost
But I could never be so mad to shake you by the shoulders screaming
You coward!
You hummingbird!
You coward!
You hummingbird!

I screamed out, "how'd it get this bad?"
And the thunder answered back
"If you know not what you lack then you must unturn your back

Your inside is overcast and you are tethered to your past
And it must feel like fucking hell to be a patchwork of yourself

A bunch of scraps thrown and sewn around your bones
And though you're alone it's holding you too tightly

But who are you?
From where do you come?
What do you believe in?
And whom do you love?"