Once he held my ankle like it was made of silver and light
Once while I was sleeping he rearranged my bookcase
He looks at me strangely over his coffee cup
He says,
“You’re just a kid
Grabbing your years by the throat
You’re just a kid
Haven’t grown into your bones”
He plows his hands through his hair
Like he’s wondering how he got here
Well I’ve bit my nails to the nub
I’ve been tired, too
My body still springs from this bed
But I’ve watched love die and I’ve lost just like you
He touches me softly under my sheets, now
He says,
[Chorus]
But I know what you pray to
When we have our dark days, music meets us where we are
Offers us a cigarette and opens the passenger door
Isn’t that what we’re all searching for?
But I’m just a kid
Grabbing my years by the throat
I’m just a kid
Haven’t grown into my bones
I plow my hands through my hair like I’m wondering how I got here
Like I don’t already know
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