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Kittens become cats If you're not careful You have to keep your eye on them There was a time When I Didn't know you And there'll be a time like that again And if we run as fast As the earth moves We'd be standing in one place And if we shake as much

Now I know why you're floating away like a white balloon untied today or last night I like the sounds you when you sleep like you're eating a meal grinding your teeth or just breathing Oh my stars Crying, "Oh my stars!" Oh my stars Can't strangl

Didn't I tell you that it's lonely out there? Didn't I lie so much and pretty darn well? It's not that I don't trust you, but I have to check for myself. I have to tape all the windows when the wind gets rough. God had a plan for what happened to me.

Your umbrella, is fighting hard against the strong gale, Blowing off of the Atlantic, shuddering around your brown hair. It's courageous, when it's spokes start bending, trying not to go inside out, trying just to do it's duty, to keep your hair dry

Did you mean the things you said? Were you pulling ankles and legs? Do you read when you go to bed? Do you lie there shaking instead? Cause it works both ways with the rain leaving the words unread and I want to have you again listening to Bedhead Tr

i get banged up a lot, like a pinky toe on coffee table legs, and rocks buried in the snow you should leave your jacket outside, inside's too warm it's just a thought; you'll wear what you've always worn i get banged up (oh) i get banged up (oh) i ge

No matter when I wake up, the day always has the same length I try to wake with the dawn, but still the dark comes just as fast and the small birds make cute shadows on the white water?, and the brick wall, and the wood shed. It smells like a gym whe

No big hope. No big pain. No big club, that's clobbering your name. 'Cos the world, is the same. No big deal. No great shame. What gets off, will even out again. And the joy, will remain. No more looks at them girls. Are you glad that you went back t

After the raining, the shadow of brightness. Under the cedar, where it's still dry. I can't talk about small things when there's something so big. I won't lean in to listen when I see you with him. Pine needles on the ground are like clothing, hastil

It takes a midnight to get to a morning. It takes time to put, ducks in a row. Too many blankets and too many dogs, kick off the covers, uncover your arms. Hold it to my ear like a phone. When the spring will believe in this leaving. And the leaves w