P.o.s. - Been Afraid

Million dollar baby girl in the lower middle class/
With a maglight right beneath her pillow/
And though shes never been a boxer by choice/
Shes known to act oak you never catch her a willow/
Shes the calm type/ you see the small scars/
Creepin down her arms/ peeking from them long sleeves/
Right/ she keeps em weak in the knees/ but she stay out of sight/
And when the school bell rings/ its goodnight/
Or might as well be/ he never sees her around/
But he looks/ for weeks now hes been maybe tomorrow/
But hes shook/ he sees those bruises and he needs to please her/
Plus he dont wanna go home either/
Gives her a look they pass/ copies down a poem from a schoolbook/
Gives it to her after hesitation/ whoops his ass/ she took it fast/
Lost like all sensation in her hands/ and braced herself gracefully/
Sturdy where she stands/ humble mumbling/ passing the words fumbling/
Nothing discouraging/ just nerves (just)/ drumming up the courage/
Something bout skylines or bike rides or riverbeds/
Somethin or/ something that he read/
Caught her right beneath the armor/
Cauterized thought of any/ blunt force trauma/
Aint no way he could harm her/

Chorus x2
When the curse/ leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales /
Some people seem to call that home/ but some souls roam/
Keep riding til the cycle is broke/ we dont need to go through nothing alone/


Shes in the weather the whole storm/
Huggin on her prince his hands to skin warm/
Quick out the door no note no forlorn/
Cause all they heard was Papa dont hit me no more/
But they couldnt seem to keep the swelling down/
How they regretting ever letting out this 3rd child born/
But things are getting better now/ cozy sweater now/
With her thumbs through the holes in her sleeves worn down/
And boy similar/ noise minimal/
Toy criminal joys simple when someones found it in you/
Somehow it boosts the individual/ that bluish hue is mutual they/
Make love gently/ so aware of each others bruises/
And sorta scared they could lose this/
Trust bury the blues/ somewhere it wont bear roots/
But is this boy where the truth is/ shes spooked see/
Fruit never seems to fall far from the useless/ branch that its attached to/
And quacks say if hes beat up hes bound to smack you/
Shes down to step back now/ he ever get loud/
She couldnt be proud of whatever she might do/
This is the first time she ever felt touched/
That didnt bring her to hush like something was being done to her/
That unscrews her/ she loosens with the booze/
Her hinge can stay bent/ addressing her dudes wounds/
Regressing to bedrooms/ where fools ignored dont/
Hes not one of them tools that/ screws nuts and bolts/
And she know that/ and she know that/
And she know that/ but she holds back/ and she hope that/
He see the way she flinch/ cuz its kneejerk/ to brace for attack/
Even if hes only rubbing her back/ I mean/
And even if its like the deck has been stacked/
Its not an act hes really loving her back/
Hold your heart up/ never raise your hand/
She says that with her grown up voice/
Im yours now/ just like a child/
Dont be scared now/ the words click/ a piece finally fits/
I love you/ they say that with they lips/
never raise your hand/
He says that with her grown up voice/
Im yours now/ just like a child/
Dont be scared now/ the words click/ a piece finally fits/
I love you/ they say that with they lips/

When the curse/ leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales /
Some people seem to call that home/ but some souls roam/
Keep riding til the cycle is broke/ we dont need to go through nothing alone/