​i haven’t been sleeping ​dandelion hands

Recently I’ve been picking at my skin in hopes that underneath lies another layer of being
A chance to be someone else
Anyone else
I can’t keep up with running noses and unnecessary lies, with broken bones and fountain eyes
Let me be more than an absent reputation from an absent father
Let me be more than this shell of a man
Let me be something better, something true
Let me be something better, something true
Let me be something better, something true
Let me be something better, something true

Make me pure, make me pure
Make me pure, make me pure
Make me pure, make me pure
Make me pure, make me pure

Recently I’ve been picking at my skin in hopes that underneath lies another layer of being
Make me pure