Bare from Fallow Season by Tabitha Brower

I held my bleeding heart out
Like it was something to be proud of
Like I hadn't learned from my army pa the truth
That a bleeding heart makes a bloody mess of you

I let--I begged you to hurt me
To run me out, to leave me empty
Like I hadn't learned when my pa was stern with me
That without a war, there can be no victory
And there's no war with you, but I seek out injury.

And I finally understood
The mess I make
The risk I take
When I try to be good
The great mistake
I undertake
Believing that I should
Be as bare 
As I can be
A dreamer lost in the woods
You don't feel love
You feel pity

I hold my hollow hopes out
Like they're something to be proud of
Like you haven't told me I'm being naive
Like I’m a child, like I haven’t seen a thing

And I finally understood
The mess I make
The risk I take
When I try to be good
The great mistake
I undertake
Believing that I should
Be as bare 
As I can be
A dreamer lost in the woods
You don't feel love
You feel pity

I held my bleeding heart out
Like it was something to be proud of
Like I hadn't learned from my army pa the truth
That a bleeding heart makes a bloody mess of you

• Acoustic
• Alternative
• indieacoustic
• indiefolk
• indierock
• singer-songwriter
• Provo