How am I to act? How am I to think?Suddenly you are, from a thrash of heatLittle recklessness, little consequenceLittle waking breath stirring in my chestOh what am I to you?You do not belong to meMy heart wrung out, I still feel youSwinging from my family treeShould I stick aroundTo watch you from the window?You are safe and warmI’ll only confuse youHold tight to what I thoughtI knew about decisionMy womb is shelteringA swelling soured emotionHold tight to what I thinkI know about redemptionLord, kill this phantom, swingingGaping hole sensationI am still a childRaging in my bedCan you hold us both?