Stitch

Don’t look for me now, I’m safe where I am
Happy and listed under another name
And he is good to me and she is gorgeous
And they love me and I adore them
If this were a book it would start with the line
«I once knew a man, I was his and he was mine»
So predictable, so confused
I’m at a loss for words to explain my mood
I stitch this poem to the bottom of my dress
One that touches me directly on my legs
Yeah, I work that poem up until it sits over my heart
And I hold it tight and dream
La, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
If this were a book it would start with the line
«I once knew a man, I was his and he was mine»
So predictable, so confused
I’m at a loss for words to explain my mood
I stitch this poem to the bottom of my dress
One that touches me directly on my legs
And dream
Baby, won’t you help me be my best
Help me find a way back to our nest
And dream
La, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la
La, la, la, la, la