i have been a blouse blew opennand i have shown how i'm a shellnof the one that i am livingnof the one i live aroundnni have been a rusty nailnwaiting in the soft looking dunenand you have wandered up and let me (?)nto bloody feet sun basking around (?)nni have been a trees wide branchesnas you look up along the waynand it seems to me believingnas i am seethrough and sinkingnnand even more it seems a reasonnby the doorways and the stairsnand the vases in the breezes (?)nto let the fire grow out like hairnnand the moon in our eyes, shakingnas we dance way up our sleevesnfeel skin smoothe and bleaklyntoss the world around all trickly (?)nni take no responsibilitynto be a part of the world as shownnbut i take full responsibilitynto burn with the sunni take no responsibiltynto be a part of the world as shownnbut i take full responsibilitynto burn with the sunn