Thorne Bloom

I keep my crown in a drawer by the bed

Bent out of shape from the wars in my head

I paint my mouth like a warning sign

Then fold my hands where the fault lines climb (ahhhh)

If I break, let the glass learn my name

If I burn, let it look like a flame I rise on

the note I was told not to sing (ooh,

ah-ah-ahhhh)

Ooh oh, I am not sorry for surviving

Ooh oh,

let the ceiling split in two

Ooh oh,

all my bruises turn to lightning I bloom wide,

I bloom wild, I bloom true (ooh

oh, ah-ah-ahhhh)

I learned to kneel just to study the floor

Count every crack leading back to the door

Now I wear rage like a silk-lined coat

Soft at the seam with a blade at the throat (hummmm)

If I fall, let the floor feel the quake

If I ache, let the whole room ache I climb through the

note till the silence gives way (ooh,

ah-ah-ahhhh)

Ooh oh, I am not sorry for surviving

Ooh oh, let the ceiling split in two

Ooh oh, all my bruises turn to lightning

I bloom wide,

I bloom wild,

I bloom true

(ooh oh, ah-ah-ahhhh)

Take the lace off the wound

Let the truth walk in bare

I was never too much

I was always still there

(ahhhh, ooh)

Ooh oh, I am not sorry for surviving Ooh oh,

hear me breaking into

blue Ooh oh, every scar becomes a siren

I bloom wide,

I bloom wild, I bloom true (ooh oh,

ah-ah-ahhhh)