Wonderful Scar

When you are balancing the leaves on a backyard tree leaning over the railing you are standing on
All the blood that has gone to your head disagrees with the bricks that it's spilling on
You awaken to words not ready to hear
The dogs put to sleep, your brother no longer is here
But Thanksgiving is coming and you have such a wonderful scar, dear

When you are jumping out of your sensitive skin for seventeen years shivering
Only everyday from the wood shops and fig trees and fingers gone missing secretly strange
Your balance has vanished, you wake on concrete in a daze
While you were unconscious, the quiet ones crowded the stage

When you are choking on fire you are breathing the south in front of your friends house too late
All the ashes are flying beside her tonight uncovering everything
All the sickness built up in your body over so final and suddenly
Back-sliding through tunnels of light, come alive while putting your life to sleep

You awaken to words not ready to hear
Unrecognizably perfectly clear
But Thanksgiving is coming and you have such a wonderful scar, dear
Thanksgiving is coming and you have such a wonderful scar