I know my thoughts.
Can't live with them.
I am nothing without amend.
I know my faults.
But I can hide them.
I still keep my baby teeth,
In the bedside table with my jewelry.
You still sleep in the bed with me,
My Jewelry and my baby teeth.
I don't need another friend,
When most of them
I can barely keep up with.
I'm perfectly able to hold my own hand,
but I still can't kiss my own neck.
I wanted to give you everything,
But I still stand in awe of superficial things.
I wanted to love you like my mother's mother's mothers did.
~ "Civilian," Wye Oak