Blanket

In a treetop you sat with me

Come closer

With a whisper, soft as can be

“Disaster”

When you’re lying I can tell

Oh, your tell is beautiful

'Cause you speak in cursive

And it cuts like knives

I don’t know what’s on your mind

'Cause I'm not supposed to ask

When you get so quiet

I prefer the lies

Like a blanket taken from the attic

You are wonderfully cold

Like a blanket taken from the attic

I feel numb under your hold

Speak in cursive

Sharp knives

Cut lips

Speak in cursive

Sharp knives

Cut lips

In a treetop you sat with me

No distance

By my classroom, our canopy

I missed this

When you’re lying I can tell

Oh, your tell is beautiful

'Cause you speak in cursive

And it cuts like knives

I don’t know what’s on your mind

'Cause I'm not supposed to ask

When you get so quiet

I prefer the lies

Like a blanket taken from the attic

You are wonderfully cold

Like a blanket taken from the attic

I feel numb under your hold

Speak in cursive

Sharp knives

Cut lips

Speak in cursive

Sharp knives

Cut lips

Hornet disaster