Too Perfect, Tightly

I used to think there was something pure
something precise, exact, adore me.
I can’t believe in every day anymore.

I used to sing. I was three.
I was beautiful, smart, I was free.
You taught me I was no longer a child by age five.

but I’m not the little girl scared of talking to strangers
I’m faithful, yet filled with such hunger
I’m losing my life and you’re not even listening
baby, keep close to me, holding on, too perfect, tightly.
let me forget.

You never said you won’t try.
But, exactly the opposite,
cried, spoke just to save
a love in which I have lost faith.

but I’m not quite the girl you thought you knew,
knew maybe, but do you? still lack definition
I’m running fast backwards with no one here stopping me
rewinding what I believe, holding on, too perfect, tightly.
let me forget.

someone locate my mistakes and fast forward to today
I am bandaged. I just need some space
I need red copper blankets and faces in the sidewalk chalk
to keep myself from giving up, keep me holding on keep me
holding on too perfect, tightly. let me forget.