There's eggshell in my hair
As I walk down your stairs
The rest is on your bed
And my tongue tastes like your flower's pollen
My year as a baby horse
My legs are sea legs
And all you can do is laugh
All you can do is laugh
You are just at the height
The way I perceived angels when I was 9
I'm only being sincere
It's just I love you too much, and I'm sorry things have to get weird
Afterbirth on my shirt
Spinning "Tom Traubert's"
Waltzing Matilda
But you don't want some Small Change ballad
So I'll shut of his blues
I'd do anything to please you
My lover, my golden calf
Carving my epitaph
You are just at the height
the way I perceived angels when I was 9
I'm only being sincere
It's just I love you too much, and I'm sorry things have to get weird
Panting's all that I know
When I follow you home like a dog that's been given too much hope
And hope is all I can feel
When we sing
Anything
And as I untangle my curls,
I don't regret you as a lover, I regret having made you my world
And the heat beneath my shoes
And the spirit keeps me running away from you
Are you mad?
Do you feel blame?
If I remain my normal hyperactive self, will you yell?
Will you call?
Will I answer?