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Not Your
Wound |
Lyrics:
It's not your wound. It's not your place to talk to me that way. It's not your fist. It's not your face to leave behind this bruise of grace. Time, take away your heavy hand from my mind and time take away your fierce demands, your messiah plans.
I'm sick of walking on these shells of yours. You know or not at all. I'm sick of driving through your town at night when you hear your conscience call. And I don't understand why you're so afraid. And I can't keep offering my heart to your better days.
When all along I am bitten by the cold in a December freeze and I am drowning in a lake of false securities and I am ripped apart and falling and falling when all along you were kissing lips that never did belong to you and you would sacrafice a heart to make it safe for you. All I'm asking is that you'll do what you say that you will do.
But it's not your wound and it's not your place to talk to me that way. It's not your fist. It's not your face to leave behind this bruise of grace.