Where I trade sin for pain
Alleviate the social qualms and count to ten
Gasp for air where I could've let it seep out
And tuck my head in my knees to wait it out
A caravan of calm voices and busy hands
I know how to make it better but...
A trade off so simple and easy to hide
Makes sense like a pill that they'll force down
But with certain aches and nauseous coughs
They swear it trumps injury in ethical costs
Blue swells on my arms where I "ran into doors"Im starting to wonder if this is really worth fighting for
