Credits
Lyrics
Want to speak the language that I did when I was three
Talking sticks and racing twigs in gutters filled with leaves
I wanted you to take me swimming, but you hated me so I stayed at home by myself
Caught a bad reflection in a puddle in the lawn
Wondered if I’d grow up from a loser to a swan
Kernel corn and TV trays, giant piles of sand
Went to school each day at 8 and watched the hour hand
I wanted to take you swimming, but you hated me and so I sat at home by myself
