Wear - The Weather Station

I tried to wear the world like some kinda garment

I reach my fingers down inside of all the clinging pockets

In fabric, stained and torn and scratched

Pulling at the seams

I wandered out onto the streets like that

Dressed so gracelessly

It does not matter to the world if I embody it

It could not matter less that I wanted to be a part of it

Still I fumble with my hands and tongue

To open and to part it

I tried to wear the world like some kinda jacket

It does not keep me warm, I cannot ever seem to fasten it

Bodies never want not to move, they wanted all of it

To be hidden, to be touched, to be known

To be undressed, to be clothed

Why can’t I be the body graceful in the cloth of it?

Why can’t you want me for the way I cannot handle it?

Am I ever understood?

Am I hidden by this hood?

I tried to wear each word that you had ever said to me

Even as careless as it turns out you have been with me

I still reach out to hold everything that I’m told

I still reach out to hold everything that I’m told

I still reach out to hold

To touch until we fold

I still reach out to hold

I still reach out to hold