“He left a card, a bar of soap and a scrubbing brush next to a note that said ‘use these down to your bones’. And before I knew I had shiny skin and it felt easy being clean like him.

I thought ‘this one knows better than I do’.

A triangle trying to squeeze through a circle.  He tried to cut me so I’d fit

And doesn’t that sound familiar? Doesn’t that hit too close to home? Doesn’t that make you shiver, the way things could’ve gone?  And doesn’t it feel peculiar when everyone wants a little more?

And so that I do remember to never go that far, could you leave me with a scar?

…

I think I realized just in time, although my old self was hard to find.  You can bathe me in your finest wine, but I’ll never give you mine.

Because I’m a little bit tired of fearing that I’ll be the bad fruit nobody buys. Tell me, did you think we’d all dream the same?

And doesn’t that sound familiar? Doesn’t that hit too close to home? Doesn’t that make you shiver, the way things could have gone?  And doesn’t it feel peculiar when everyone wants a little more?

And so that I do remember to never go that far, could you leave me with a scar?”

—Missy Higgins, “Scar”