dont fall back on me i wont just be your squeeze
in comfort or in agony. Look me in the eye you'll discover by and by
that my breast isnt home to hers. The way she littered you life the looks she pasted to your heart dont take root inside me. That safety is seated at the dinner tables we wait at in assurance that our lives move along with every spoon ful you tell me to be thankful for the ferry's that seam to pass me by. Sitt down child sit down you tell me. But i cant just use my hands to gesture about the moon and that mail mans looking a little tired maybe he has news for you. Delivery deliberately cape cod'n marinara your like thanks giving he was like new years eve.