Dari
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isabella Porter
Songwriter
Lirik
Dressing us in matching shirt
Grandma sneaks us off to church
Wrap our arms around each other
I am barely six years old
Grandma cries out of control
Hands me something I'm small to hold
I am a locked drawer
When you grow up
Grow up to fast
Bury your past
Too close to the surface
Some people don't grow up
They just get older
Their babies keep digging
Their sands for treasure
My sister's claimed all the
Valuable furniture
And my brothers' have both got
All of her artwork
And I am a locked drawer
Full of her secrets
Someday she will go
And I'll have to keep em
Written by: Isabella Porter
