all this time has gone by and i'm still an infant
my soft frame has bumped around
i've had pain and i've had you
and i'm still formless and new

i'm an infant, ticks in time still make me cry
how can air be so harsh feeling, how can flesh be so unyielding?

i still wake up grabbing space
and i'm still stuck wondering which stairs to take
and how to take them without making big mistakes
but it's worth the blood to still be lost
to still be free, it's worth the cost
and i'd not go back to before this good
time time time time time time time

i'm an infant, ticks in time still make me cry
how can air be so harsh feeling, how can flesh be so unyielding?
i'm an infant, ticks in time still make me cry
here still hurts and feels like nowhere and these arms still feel like cold air

i'm an infant, ticks in time still make me cry
here still hurts and feels like nowhere and these arms still feel like cold air

but it's worth the blood to still be lost
to still be free, it's worth the cost
and i'd not go back to before this good, this good
time time time time time time time time time

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Writer(s): Alexander Flynn Toth, Annakalmia Clark Traver