Come back in 5 to 10 years
and we'll get married then
but I will never love a young boy again
800 months older than him, am I
in my hands he is a bar of soap
oh these hours of letting him go
these hours of letting go
you
I'd like to hang you up in a tree
and let you age there
listen to the leaves
and move with the wind
I am 100 years
in my hairs
I want a BEAR