[Verse 1]
When I slammed my knuckle in the pantry door
Whispering "grow up" like a mantra, fetal on the floor
I thought, "The body remembers, of course it does"
Yet, I'm still surprised every time I get cut
And yes, I know the answers to like, two whole things
But I can talk until my mouth hurts, 'til my lips dry sting
Because the body remembers, the body creates
And the mind is the body, even though that seems fake
[Chorus]
But what if that feeling I get sometimes
Where I could hold my lungs in my hand
My tongue and my temples, each taken apart
And newly reassembled means something?
Means that I am a specialized record
And if I just spin out with some effort, I land
No map and no tour guide, in cells and in sand
That knew me before I existed
[Verse 2]
When you took your scissors to the yellowed edge
With your eyes and hands persuading, the blade at my head
I thought, "The body remembers, we've been over that"
Yet I'm still surprised when I hate who looks back
And I don't know the answers, but I'm always struck
By how I talk until my mouth hurts, 'til the phone hangs up
Because the body remembers, the body breaks down
And the mind is the body, wish it wasn't right now
[Chorus]
But what if that feeling I get sometimes
Where I could hold my lungs in my hand
My tongue and my temples, each taken apart
And newly reassembled means something?
Means that I am a specialized record
And if I just spin out with some effort, I land
No map and no tour guide, in cells and in sand
That knew me before I existed
[Bridge]
And I'll shave my fingerprints off
And I'll lose some teeth, or a strand of hair
I'll dig my cheeks 'til they're gaunt
Change my DNA just to prove that I'm there
Oh, I'll be here 'cause I'm gone
Pain's not a factor, pain is a fact, I'm a reactor
Sensory sprawling, manual input
I should just call it, I should—
[Chorus]
But what if that feeling I get sometimes
Where I could hold my lungs in my hand
My tongue and my temples, each taken apart
And newly reassembled means something?
Means that I am a specialized record
And if I just spin out with some effort, I land
No map and no tour guide, in cells and in sand
That knew me before I—