Inheritance {🕴}

I didn't ask for this body I didn't ask to move again You stitched me up like a bad idea You didn't have the guts to carry [Verse] I remember your trembling hands Not even sure the cold lightning had worked And from that ocean of silence I began to see That I was silence. You left me naked in the wind adrift While our trash was learning how to breathe So I followed your footsteps Each one deeper than the heat [Chorus] Was I meant to love you Or to haunt you? I don't know if I can Oh what else could I do? [Verse] I remember my shadow sewn to strange sublimations at the sole of my storm, Those winds stuck to the low growl of your snare of a stare So I silence the cycle... I built myself around your absence After all I was taught to hunger By the way you looked away— I used your silence... [Chorus] Was I meant to love you Or to haunt you? I don't know if I can... What else could I— Oh what could I do? — Your name became the only prayer I could not stop repeating No more songs, no new hymns, images signs or stitched clues To lead on my surprise and yet instead find The calls and wild rhythms of the mind. [Verse] I carved new growth from inside your earthquake weather Hung around the heights with vampire bats I drew new maps from outside the towers of those regrets— I am not the sum of our shames I was never our failures Just owned half of the failure to resolve Now I am your echo, evolved [Chorus] Was I meant to love you Or to haunt you? I don't know if I can Oh what else should I— What should I do? [Verse] I remember once you wanted a mirror So that when you dropped it, you could call it a monster, Well my three eyes see through you now— You tried to fill me with your cowardice That stitch—a rot you hid in fear's Unknowingness... So then your stone heart rejected And you turned and ran from the mess Guess what? The mess grew legs To walk through your frost and keep my fire [Bridge] And I'll carry every wound like a star chart Where each scar—a new constellation You never saw was there And still I rise loud as the sun Not as ruin, not as offering Not as sacrifice, but as sole witness to transcribe We made this all from our parts But I'll name it myself [Chorus] Was I meant to love you Or to haunt you? I don't know if I can Oh what else will I— What will I do? — And my own name became the only prayer I would not stop repeating I wrote more songs, sang hymns, made images Found signs and stitched clues To lean on an intuition grateful yet still to find The calls and wild rhythms of the mind (The calls and wild rhythms of the mind) The calls and wild rhythms of the mind (The calls and wild rhythms of the mind) (These calls and wild rhythms of our minds)