Tied

Draw this out
A bad dream you face with a sewn-up mouth

When you see me as a child
God knows I wish you could turn back time
Hold me in all that I was, all I revise now

Wash that down
Late at night
Bumping limbs
Weaving home
Through man-made woods that seed in fire

Don't go
You're all that I know

You don't waste time avoiding pain
You keep dashing out and back to hold me in my place
With blistered hands