Bliss

When you make a mistake and cannot take it back. You just want some type of distraction.

I'm resting in this tall, green grass

There is no more broken glass

My knuckles still hurt

Open wounds covered in dirt

The blood keeps trickling down

I cannot tame my frown

This wasn't planned

Oh my god, look at my hand

It was just a reaction

I need a distraction

Ah, there it is

Nothing but bliss

I am resting in this tall, green grass

There is no more broken glass.