Threadbare

Three little things I kept from you
One was a fruit, one was a spool
Threadbare lines in my forehead
And you knew, you knew
The last thing I keep is a silver locket
Wrapped up in paper, you had scribbled on it
Black lines in my forehead
And you knew, you knew
Don’t wake me up
It’s cold outside
I don’t want to see the path I love when the flowers have died
Don’t leave me alone
Though I am anyway
All the things I could say, all the things I could say
All the things I could say
Whipsers and hunger became each other
I left with my fist curled tightly under a rope made of sand
Call me when you land
The three little things I keep from you
Stay locked in a drawer, stuck in a room
Threadbare lines in the old chair
And you knew, you knew
Don’t wake me up
It’s cold outside
I don’t want to see the path I love when the flowers have died
Don’t leave me alone
Though I am anyway
All the things I could say, all the things I could say
All the things I could say