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
