Have you met your queen yet? All those years you wandered through those woodlands Is it a birthright or a bruise to be deemed legal at all? 17, there’s clocks behind my eyes Scrub me away while there’s time Adulthood too eternal to be forgotten in so I’ll never know if I was too desperate or too high (feckless or…) to say no to say no (all this time) to say no Frames that I can’t quite place my face in of who I was Not knowing whether she is still a part of me now Frames that I can't quite place my face in of who I was Not knowing whether she is still a part of me now Or I hold on I hold on I hold on