Skin - Nervus

I am save in my own skin

Though my armour is paper-thin

Fixate on history

As if it can be changed

The words are inked indelibly

But I can’t face the next blank page

But if I keep walking this line

You’ll hear enough that you’ll think you’ve seen inside

The light won’t get in

The darkness keeps me save from what’s within

I’m out on a limb

Well prepared for you to cut it off

We can talk it out

But I’d rather talk around

If you’re feeling uncomfortable

That’s common ground

I accept and I concede

The weather won’t change for me

I hope I smell the blossom soon

I pray for my own spring

My winter has been desolate

And less than forgiving

But if I keep walking this line

You’ll hear enough that you’ll think you’ve seen inside

The light won’t get in

The darkness keeps me save from what’s within

I’m out on a limb

Well prepared for you to cut it off

We can talk it out

But I’d rather talk around

If you’re feeling uncomfortable

That’s common ground