Old Wounds
I wonder why you gave me what you did
when all I was was just a little kid
when all I had were questions in a sack
no colors in the teardrops on my back
I wonder why you taught me what you did
you knew you were the only place I hid
you knew you were the holy thing I craved
and I was yours until I misbehaved
I wonder why you made me into me
a thing I hoped I'd never have to see
I wonder what you like about the sound
of someone's body falling to the ground
I wonder if you think of me today
and whether you have anything to say
I wonder how you stomach what you did
when all I was was just a little kid
I wonder why you gave me what you did
when all I was was just a little kid
when all I had were questions in a sack
no colors in the teardrops on my back
I wonder why you taught me what you did
you knew you were the only place I hid
you knew you were the holy thing I craved
and I was yours until I misbehaved
I wonder why you made me into me
a thing I hoped I'd never have to see
I wonder what you like about the sound
of someone's body falling to the ground
I wonder if you think of me today
and whether you have anything to say
I wonder how you stomach what you did
when all I was was just a little kid