You sigh, repeat yourself Sorry I'm no good at taking orders I'm stubborn to the core Although I'm just a weed, let me grow You'll hate the words on which I choke So block out all these dulcet tones And stoke the flames that dance neath my toes Keep me warm and singe all my clothes Shut the curtains hold me close Strip me of my comfort prose Ignore the shaking of my bones Breathe life into both my barren lungs Old man's knees at seventeen Limped through my adolescence Why did the keyhole surgery Have to be another complication? I wake violently With traffic in my head Argue silently With the demons in my bed Shut the curtains hold me close Strip me of my comfort prose Ignore the shaking of my bones Breathe life into both my barren lungs