You're not too small for this
but you're not even trying
i know you're taking everything way farther than you've known
i know what's taking all this space
i know i know

we were younger then
but i can still read the words across your chest
pouring from your mouth
and ran like rivers down your neck
and spilled on to the floor
but i'm not so sure i can remember that anymore

i can't read the books your father read
but i will write you songs instead
to make up for what they have been saying
because i know you don't need that
i know you don't need that

we were smaller then
but i don't have the blood in your skin
so i don't fit i don't fit in
and when i leave your house
i know you'll call to chase them out
but they'll stay down the hall
so when you sleep it's not for long

i can't feel the way your parents did
but i can make him take back what he's said to you
to make up for when you have been staying at home
when we've been leaving
because i'd rather [bad word] with me

buried under ground and you're scratching inside out
and breathing in until you can't keep pushing out