Lyrics:
With the
conviction of the woman you made me
I find
Blades of grass
from the island you lent me
I find
On every floor
In every drawer
Though I'm not an
island I'm a body of water
Jeweled in the
evening a solitary daughter
If picked at by
noon
by midnight I'm
ruined
Leave me alone to
the books and the radio snow
Leave me alone to
the charcoal and the dancing shadow
If each blade of
grass was meant here for me
Split apart,
sliced, and wedged in for me
Who's gonna treat
it?
I'm not going to
need it
Leave me alone to
the books and the radio snow
Leave me alone to
the charcoal and the dancing shadow
I am a lake
don't need to be
watered
I am an ocean
I don't need to
barter
I play with the
moon
my only friend
It pushes it pulls
me
I don't pay rent
I don't need the
walls
to bury my grave
I don't need your
company
to feel saved
I don't need the
sunlight
My curtains don't
draw
I don't need
objects
to keep or to pawn
I don't want your
pity
Concern or your
scorn
I'm calm by my
lonesome
I feel right at
home
And when the wind
blows
I get to dancing
My fun is the
rhythm of air
When it's prancing
Leave me alone to
the books and the radio snow
Leave me alone to
the charcoal and the dancing shadow
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