Beautiful Children - Jeremy Messersmith

Warm house, cold hands

I was standing outside trying to find your doorbell

At 2 AM, I ran all the way hope that you weren’t sleeping

You rubbed your eyes

Gently with the palm of your left hand

We talked awhile

And you told me how much you appreciated me

And I knew that it was time for me to stay or leave

So I started walking home

Sowing teardrops in the snow

We’ll be friends forever

But I’m afraid that you’ll never love me

You met someone

At that show when you went home for the weekend

And he makes you laugh

And somehow I remind you a little of him

Two perfect hands

A part time job but says that he loves children

But I lost my tongue

Until now you never felt that you’d missed anyone

And even though it’s early you think it could be love

Another heartsick lullaby but I can’t seem to make you cry

We’ll be friends forever, but I’m afraid that you’ll never love me

Does he love you?

Does he love you?

I hope he loves you

If he doesn’t

At least you’ll have beautiful children

Beautiful children