Thorn

There is a thorn inside of me
I keep it secret, it is an ugly pain
But it goes where I go
I get caught on it again and again
It is as old as I am, maybe older
It is a rock in my gut and a chip on my shoulder

Here I am
Here I am
Here I am
I almost lost myself back there

Have you seen the moon tonight?
No, me neither, who cares about the moon?
When everything is dying
Even my kitchen, it feels like a tomb
When will the sun come up, oh horizon?
How can something be so boring, and yet so violent?

Here I am
Here I am
Here I am
I almost lost myself back there