Warm milk and honey
Sweeten my teeth
From little acorns you
You quietly made me
Made me into me
Paper thin skin stretched
Over my bones
From shells and pebbles you
You quietly made me?
Made me a home
But I can't get used
To being alone
And I won't get used
To being alone
Under a full moon,
Hopelessly trying to
Retrace our footsteps in the snow
I don't know when to hang on
And when to let go
Foxes in boxes,
And butterfly blues
From little acorns you
You quietly made me
Made me into you
Holding it under
My tounge 'til it stings
From all of my demons
You quietly saved me
Again and again
But now I feel
And surface again
Yes, I can feel
And surface again
From little bubbles,
Little air bubbles,
Little embolysms grow
I don't know to hang on
Everything I feel feels wrong
I don't know when to hang on
And when to let go