Suture Line

[Verse 1]
You trace the keloid ridge the okada left on my side,
That Tuesday for rainy season, the one I tried to hide.
I still feel the antiseptic sting, the cold metal tray,
Before your fingers land on me and make it fade away.

[Pre-Chorus]
For so long, that pressure was a language I knew well,
A dull ache living in the story the scar would tell…
The silence just before the drop, the generator hum…
Waiting for a feeling that I knew would never come…

[Chorus]
Omo, you be my suture line,
Your love na the clean margin, stitch up my design.
You rewrite my prognosis,
Give me new diagnosis.

[Verse 2]
*I remember you flinched when my thumb found the place,*
*Said, 'Don't look too close now, it's a disgrace.'*
*But the pattern it makes under the low light from the street,*
*Is the only map I follow 'til our two pulses meet.*

[Pre-Chorus]
I saw the tissue healing, saw the tension start to cease,
Watched the guarded way you breathe begin to find its peace…
The silence just before the rain, the stillness in the air…
I put my hand right on the wound and built a temple there…

[Chorus]
Omo, you be my suture line,
Your love na the clean margin, stitch up my design.
You rewrite my prognosis,
Give me new diagnosis.

[Bridge]
This operating theatre of my chest, you make it holy ground.
Anaesthesia is the quiet way you move without a sound.

[Outro]
My new diagnosis…
Just you.