I've been bleeding well from this old wound cleaning it with salt so it will still feel new sometimes eyes turn black sometimes scars are tracks but everytime youre gone I wish that you'd come back and everyone watched me waste myself and everyone cheered at last all of the founded comforting its better its me than them I think im doing well from what they say if takin both my belts and shoe laces away but I believe in luck I think I do but I believe for sure if ever I see you I've been fanning flames from these old coals feeding them with tender and hoping they will grow and I've been savoring what I cant hold a blind belief in goodness that doesnt seem to show I've been bleeding well from this old wound cleaning it with salt so it will still feel new.