Pamphleteer (Book of Jonah)

Grazed hands Bruised knees The shape of your eyes when you're not listening Was so sure of myself Making grand statements of intent Pamphleting for things you never meant And then the year that swallowed me whole Hey Jonah, where's that boat gone? I shouldn't feel like this It shouldn't feel like this Now every time I move, I confess That I lost track of who I am Somewhere back then It shouldn't feel like this Bones click Lost limbs I'm sick of hearing why I'm this sad beached wreck Like I had never seen you go