Molt, by Kenny Weill
I wanna crawl outta this skin
I wanna shed all of these sins
I wanna wash them away
And just begin again.
I wanna wake up in a brand new town
Miles away from where I let you down
I wanna walk the streets with
No fear of being found.
Wish I could molt like a snake
Disguised from those I forsake
And slither to another state
Tired of lookin’ at my face in the mirror
As dawn draws death another day nearer
Wanna return to a time when
The sky was just a little bit clearer.
Then I could find my true north star
To guide me to a better place afar
Where I can live in new skin
With no wounds and no scars.