A rock is in my shoe
A rock is in my shoe, never quitting,
Rubbing me raw, and I am a mountain and I am splitting

Open and a fine mist comes streaming out
My unwitting mind lays witness to its death

It’s not because suffering is unremitting
Or God is a classic case of “I’m s***ting you”
I want to crush my own spirit before someone else can do it

Afraid someone will find me and see my exterior
Don’t fear her, they’ll say, suddenly they’re committing
I can’t run away when I’m joined to my roots
My poisonous roots, there’s no joy in these roots

I am attached to my own breaking back
And now I’m admitting it
I am a mountain and I am splitting

Because I am afraid to be loved.