Pieces of me floating through the bath

I wonder if they recognize me

Making tiny waves with both my hands

I try and usher them inside me

I know I keep telling you to leave

Would you consider going back on words to be some sort of crime?

God I know I'm flawed but I feel so much safer

Knowing that I'm yours and you're longing to be mine

I wish I could wash down the drain

Mix in with the gutters and the rain

If I were a flower

I'd unfurl so slow you'd never see my petals

If I were a fighter

I'd be quite hard-pressed to prove that I had mettle

I am not a flower but I'm dying to bloom

And spread my whirling twirling seed throughout the yard

I am not a fighter but I'm telling you

That if you asked me kindly I would push and I'd push hard

If I went to sleep beneath the ground

Could you promise me that I'd be found

Baths and gardens overflow

My trembling hands are unable to capture

Quiet nights and pillow fights

I'll braid your hair if you braid my hair after

Won't you tell me that I can be anything

This fickle feeble frame is sprouting lies out of both ends

If I could do anything I'd sing for you and breathe for you

And never put my lovers before friends

I am sick and tired of running wild

Hold me like I know I'll hold my child