Your flesh-made emissary came to you, With bloodshot eyes from backyard brawls, Just a little kid playing, all child-like, Climbing up your arms, And I apologize And like wildfire purging through the state, Can we start over? Can we start over? I am six years old staring at the sky, You told me you loved me, All teary-eyed, And now you are dying, Just skin and bones, I am six years old, I am six years old, And I believe ghosts And they are not spectral, They are skin and bone, I'm always clearing my throat, I'm always clearing my-