Vetiver

I built myself a small cocoon

To stop my heart from craving you

Of sandalwood and vetiver

Of silkworm spit and mother's hair

The inside made of rosemary

The kind that won't bend easily

Or break beneath this bane of trust

Or turn that awful shade of rust

These days, when you wear my skin

I feel somehow overdressed

I cut my teeth when I broke out

And spread my wings to flee the doubt

The dust lay stagnant in the air

But I have all my back to bare

These days, when you wear my skin

I feel somehow overdressed

These days, when you wear my skin

I feel somehow overdressed

I built myself, I built myself

I built myself, I built myself

I built myself, I built myself

I built myself, I built myself

I built myself, I built myself

I built myself