Jet Son

Something I cannot change.  It’s just how I am.  I’m like a giant thorn.  Pierced into your insects side.  Crushing you inside like a bad day.  I get in the way.  So why don’t I just stay.  Something you cannot find.  Like moments lost in time.  Like water down the drain.  Or going back somewhere you hate to stay.  I’m like thorns.  I twist and I turn inside.  I’m like thorns.  I twist and I turn inside.