Crooked
Backbone
But courage is her home
Malls overwhelm her
But she is flexible
She don't speak existential
But she's a monk with advice
Tells a story
Eighth grade sleepover
Girls kick and laugh
So she cries in the bathroom
They won't let me on the bed
They won't let me on the bed
Doesn't want
To catch her mother's cold
So she hangs pink shudders round her room
Then the sun
When the windows have been sewn
She's put back in mother's womb
Regrets insecurities of youth
I quote her words back to her
Security is not easy
There's nothing you have to be sorry for
You are what we all wished we were
You are what we all wished we were
Miles overwhelm her
She can't take it no more
She wants me to be next to her
She'll give me my favorite side
Every morning
My little screen rings
It cannot hold what is larger than life
It won't let me in the bed
It won't let me in the bed
I don't mean to bother
Could you bring some water
To my bedside?
She will bring the ocean
I think it's an omen
But she'll apologize
That it sips salty sometimes
Made her replace me
With the love she has to learn
About the world and how it burns
I mean, yea, I like it too
But I wonder if we never were apart
Would she still have the heart
To be smarter since
I can't let her leave the bed
I can't let her leave the bed
I just want to be lazy
I just want to be lazy next to you
I just want to be
Next to you