Mary Lambert - Trauma Is a Stalker lyrics

What if I told you trauma is a stalker?
Follows me room to room visit's me at work
Leaves dead animals on my day planner
Texts me knives
Licks my memory before I have a
Chance to get it right
I'm digging myself into the carpet
Learning how to make wool
Imprints on my kneecaps

This is how I learned to dance
With half of my body on fire
There is not enough whiskey in the world
To make any of this bearable
But, I have been screaming in
The basement of my trauma
Trying to find a window
A light, a string, a sound
Something that doesn't read "helpless, "
Something that doesn't read "sad girl

Crying all the time, " a wreck in a shower
A wet mess huddled in a bed
Don't look at me like that
Like I can do better
Like this sadness is a well that
I jumped into on purpose
Nothing is on purpose
My mania is so stupid and marvelous
It sit's in a glass jar
Teetering on the kitchen counter
I am always one slipped rug
Away from losing everything