Georgia - Phoebe Bridgers

Georgia, Georgia, I love your son

And when he gets older, he might be the one

He might be the one

Georgia, Georgia, he has beautiful bones

And he never lies or picks up his phone

And sometimes in the pouring rain

He’ll fall in the mud and get back up again

And if you find me, will you know me?

Will you take me, or will you fall?

Here is my day plan, here’s my new machine

He is a fine new addition, so young and so clean

So young and so clean

He came up through the water without a sound

With my back to the shoreline, I dreamt that he drowned

I dreamt that he drowned

And sometimes, when he looks at me

I know he needs you, you’re all that he sees

And if I breathe you, will it kill me?

Will you have me, or watch me fall?

If I fix you, will you hate me?

And would you fuck this and let us fall?