The Nicest Wound
I shut my eyes and shaved my head
Believed I should be left for dead
The flickering light was overhead
I pretended not to see
I came to you in dated rags
A fashion lack, no right to brag
You picked me off just like a scab
The wound that left me free
And that’s the nicest wound
That I’ve ever had
Sometimes, I find, the deepest wounds
Turn out not so bad
There I was in a body sling
The nurses brought me everything
By day, I heard the bluebirds sing
I wanted to go with them
So many soaked seats on which I’ve sat
So little hair under my hat
Insurance doesn’t cover any of that
Not if you’re not the victim
–Some of the nicest wounds
I’ve ever had
Sometimes, the very deepest wounds
Turn out not so bad
So every bomb must have its day
And for a moment, hold some sway
Well, I’ll go off in a different way
Your touch has seen to this
‘cause something died soon as something lived
And deep inside, I can forgive
The stone of truth which is all there is
Let it grind me into bliss
And that’s the nicest wound
That I’ll ever have
Sometimes, the very deepest wounds
Turn out not to be bad.
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