In The Woods

 

In the woods I found myself 

I became a man

I took a man

And found my road. 

That sounds cute but it’s brutal

I was too young and he was too old

In that short time in February 

My innocence was obliterated 

It’s not a moment I’m proud of

But I’m claiming despite the pain

Although it’s all wrong

I wouldn’t be me without it and I love me

In the scent of pines and juniper 

Floats the smell of guys so raw

In the woods I found myself 

I became a man

I took a man

And found my road. 

The journey has been bitter

I kept mistaking the wrong for right 

And maybe I still fuck it up now

My sense of what’s pure is just a bit spoiled 

What is love without tragedy 

Especially overcoming 

The tragic missteps 

Of my youth that make me exactly who I am now 

In the scent of pines and juniper 

Floats the smell of guys so raw

In the scene of birth and decay 

Floats the smell of give and take

In the woods I found myself 

I became a man

I took a man

And found my road. 

That day took so much away

And changed me so much so

In the scent of pines and juniper 

Floats the smell of guys so raw

In the scene of birth and decay 

Floats the smell of give and take

In the place that I let myself go 

Floats the ghost of innocence 

In the woods I found myself 

I became a man

I took a man

And found my road.