1994 (feat. Jordan Stephens)

I love the way he makes me feel like I'm a tree He can climb me all he wants yeah I've got an inkling that we're tryna say the same thing Just in slightly different fonts It's that italic vitality living got my mind Balanced try manage these rhythms It's a right challenge but it might buckaroo Seas only stay calm for an unlucky few What to do A bruise has got it's own life Every wound is in arrears It hurts and it hurts then it disappears Steady cruisin' in the sunlight Skinny dippin' in ya tears It hurts and it hurts then it disappears It disappears When I look at my little brother I feel an awful urge to smother him I wanna bubble wrap his organs Stick styrofoam in his pity Funnel sunlight into his solar plexus Turn every fall into a ball pit But I know that one day That little scooter's gonna turn into desire And much like what I just witnessed He'll be unable to break He'll break And I'll have to watch salt crystallise on his cheeks Knowing it'll have more value than any cushion I've sown myself He clutches the blueish purplish moon And screams out whenever it tweaks I tell him about bruises and that time will make it ok He kinda responds in his own way cos he's shocked We get back to his Mum's and she says stick some ice on it But even that suggestion brings him to tears I dream of a version of him in the future Tumbling around rock bottom Stranded there in deep maroons and wounds he can't touch A bruise has got it's own life Every wound is in arrears It hurts and it hurts then it disappears Steady cruisin' in the sunlight Skinny dippin' in ya tears It hurts and it hurts then it disappears It disappears A bruise has got it's own life Every wound is in arrears It hurts and it hurts then it disappears Steady cruisin' in the sunlight Skinny dippin' in ya tears It hurts and it hurts then it disappears It disappears