Nine Lives cut you up and bled, all over the kitchen sink.
Stitches in your empty hand, laughing at the pain.
So scared, you weren't afraid. Watching the fear go down the drain.
Bleeding fast in the back of my mother's car, worried about missing school. My sister's friend asked "What happened to your hand?"
But I couldn't quite explain or understand.
So I told her : "It's nothing."