Balm

I took the cup, I drained it dry
I took the cup, I drained it dry
I was so lonely then,
I could barely open my eyes.

Don't sit there, stupid,
get up and take it with both your hands
Comfort
is an option.

Will you let the balm come and cover your wounds?
Will you let the oil run down your head?
Will you let it succour all the hunger inside?

'Cause healing
is an option,
and there's time.