I've never wanted to give someone the most beautiful piano

I've never wanted to give someone the most beautiful piano

Spend all my money on you

Spend all my money on you

Spend all my money on you

Spend all my money on you

I hear you play late on a Monday

Late on a Monday

As un-straight as the line I carve through my body when trying to center myself

The center line, third eye, to the pelvic floor line

Has my heart ever felt this full line?

As un-straight as the line I carve through my body when trying to center myself

The center line, third eye, to the pelvic floor line

Has my heart ever felt this full line?

Late on a Monday

Late on a Monday

Late on a Monday

Spend all my money on you, baby

My apple

My apple

My apple

Late on a Monday

Late on a Monday

Only when looking up to my mother, before I knew words to describe pain

My humming along, notes to describe loss

No longer relevant, in this moment is not relevant

To feel tenderness in its entirety in silence across the room

Staring at you, my apple

Staring at you, my apple

Spend all my money on you

Staring at you, my apple

Staring at you, my apple

Staring at you, my apple

Staring at you, my apple

Staring at you, my apple