Formless and New

all this time has gone by and i'm still an infant my soft frame has bumped around i've had pain and i've had you and i'm still formless and new i'm an infant, ticks in time still make me cry how can air be so harsh feeling, how can flesh be so unyielding? i still wake up grabbing space and i'm still stuck wondering which stairs to take and how to take them without making big mistakes but it's worth the blood to still be lost to still be free, it's worth the cost and i'd not go back to before this good time time time time time time time i'm an infant, ticks in time still make me cry how can air be so harsh feeling, how can flesh be so unyielding? i'm an infant, ticks in time still make me cry here still hurts and feels like nowhere and these arms still feel like cold air i'm an infant, ticks in time still make me cry here still hurts and feels like nowhere and these arms still feel like cold air but it's worth the blood to still be lost to still be free, it's worth the cost and i'd not go back to before this good, this good time time time time time time time time time --- Formless and New - Rubblebucket