In a film camera lens
In surprise parties thrown
In torn Jean jackets
In braided hair
In sweat shed in summer
In feet wet with dew
I put in a siren and turned it on mute
And in attendance of these times,
I'm sorry if I seemed unable to move
Unable to speak
Unable to breathe
It's not unlike the time you called my name
And it's not unlike the time you pulled away
It's knowing you aren't pitiful and worthless
In a film camera lens
In seeds I have sown
In rooms filled with silence
In hands of care
My feet wet with summer
My eyes filled with dew
I turned off my siren and put it on you