Daughter - tiny deaths

How much is mine to keep?

How much is changing?

Take it down and take it deep

Lure the pain in

That’s what you get

That’s the goodness

Right?

Right?

Right?

Right?

Right?

Patron saint of holding on

Let it swallow you whole

Push it further, further

Take it back as far as it goes

Collapse in a pile on the floor

You’re our daughter

What are you good for?

Right?

Right?

Right?

Right?

Right?