The Battle of the Boy Least Likely to - The Boy Least Likely To

Warm milk and honey

Sweeten my teeth

From little acorns you.

You quietly made me.

Made me into me

Paper thin skin stretched

Over my bones

From shells and pebbles you.

You quietly made me.

Made me a home

But I can’t get used

To being alone

And I won’t get used

To being alone

Under a full moon

Hopelessly trying to

Retrace our footsteps in the snow

I don’t know when to hang on

And when to let go

Foxes in boxes

And butterfly blues

From little acorns you.

You quietly made me.

Made me into you

Holding it under

My tounge 'til it stings

From all of my demons

You quietly saved me

Again and again

But now I feel

And surface again

Yes, I can feel

And surface again

From little bubbles

Little air bubbles

Little embolysms grow

I don’t know to hang on

Everything I feel feels wrong

I don’t know when to hang on

And when to let go