Hollowed

Can't shake the age that's upon me, cut my arm, count the rings
Darkness follows behind me, blurs my past, pulls me in

And I don't know where I'm going
I don't know where I've been

Seven years near the wish stone,
Lay you down, take your dress,
Clumsy-fingered I fall down,
Sit agape at your sex

But I'm too young to acknowledge
I am too young to confess

It's a fine line I climb every time you try to steer
And I've lost my distance and it's left me here

Another day in the dwelling
Winter seeps into my bones
Let it pass into a headache
Beat the walls, beat the ground