I don't understand; she said she read my hand
Short life line- I'll die from trauma, don't know why
Third grader telling me what to do and how to be
"She knows all about these thing," but that other boy is
listening
Monkey bars and in the sand, memories I don't understand
Behind the Gaza fence I told her for my own my defense
Monkey bars and in the sand, and I still don't understand

Cut the closet open; let the screams run away
I don't know who told him, but I didn't want it that way
He's riding pillows while he's calling my name
And the mother goose never knew anything

Safe-house in the shell, school is over so ring the bell
My bruised knees and my bruised pride, and that other bruise
that I hide
Second grader, new to here; yeah he got me, too green to be
scared
Someone threw sand in his eyes, so we had the holiday of our
lives
He rode in the ambulance; for that one day I didn't need
defense

Cut the closet open; let the screams run away
I don't know why it happened; I didn't want it that way
He rides pillows while he's calling our names
And the mother goose let him fuck and play

Looking for closure, but I still don't know what it is
There's a hole he's filled with fear, even though he never
came in
That green shack is still in the back of my mind
Years later I buried something there; I tried to leave it
all behind.