Punching Bag

Let me be your punching bag

Beat me til your demons flee

I can bear your brunt and bane

I will gather your debris

Let me be your punching bag

A rush of blood from cold to warm

Beat me til your conscious clears

I will shield you from your storm

Let me be your punching bag

The cloth from which you wipe your tears

Beat me til your fingers bleed

Pierce me with your words and fears

Let me be your punching bag

The rope from which you hang your blame

Beat me til your darkness fades

The catalyst to clear your name

 

Let me be your punching bag.

Beat me til your demons flee