Hold it in
I was frantic all day. Thinking about why why why and how come?
But it all melts away with excitement, carousels, and wishing for the past.
I had a dream
With carousels
And I sat behind
Your head back on my shoulder
Relaxed
But the stories you told
Tore at my heart as we spun
I tried to fold you up
To make it seem alright
But they all looked so unhappy
You are one of them, you know.
Whisper everything you think
I'm not afraid of the dark.
I'm not afraid of the dark.
"Oh Benjamin"
Swallowed in your meteoric yet audaciously uninhibited vulnerability-
It wells up inside
-how utterly complete I am.
Predictable? Preposterous!
No one will ever convince me.
I was telling my mother a few months ago that I sincerely thought I would be married to someone significantly older than myself. She said, "I'VE BEEN THINKING THE SAME THING!"
It is saddening, threatening almost, but it makes sense.
Maybe inside we're aged creatures.
Older ones understand time like I'll never
Until I'm wilted elegantly beside them
I want to read their faces
Every crease a patchwork map of adventure
Adorned with shimmering white forests of fortune and fable
I'll be like them one day
And I'll waste away
You'll teach me someday how to
[Explode]
like you
But it all melts away with excitement, carousels, and wishing for the past.
I had a dream
With carousels
And I sat behind
Your head back on my shoulder
Relaxed
But the stories you told
Tore at my heart as we spun
I tried to fold you up
To make it seem alright
But they all looked so unhappy
You are one of them, you know.
Whisper everything you think
I'm not afraid of the dark.
I'm not afraid of the dark.
"Oh Benjamin"
Swallowed in your meteoric yet audaciously uninhibited vulnerability-
It wells up inside
-how utterly complete I am.
Predictable? Preposterous!
No one will ever convince me.
I was telling my mother a few months ago that I sincerely thought I would be married to someone significantly older than myself. She said, "I'VE BEEN THINKING THE SAME THING!"
It is saddening, threatening almost, but it makes sense.
Maybe inside we're aged creatures.
Older ones understand time like I'll never
Until I'm wilted elegantly beside them
I want to read their faces
Every crease a patchwork map of adventure
Adorned with shimmering white forests of fortune and fable
I'll be like them one day
And I'll waste away
You'll teach me someday how to
[Explode]
like you