anna!
Bluelight Crew
Nighttime asks me the hardest questions. She asks me if I'm doing the right thing, if this is what's best for you, if you will love me, if I'm worthwhile.
She asks me to leave you alone in the bed and sneak outside to play with the trains in the moonlight.
I'm trying not to listen, I am, I promise. I'm sick with wretchedness and when I think that you love me -
- it hurts it hurts. It hurts in the way an angel singing would hurt. It's too beautiful, it's not meant for me. I'm tone deaf.
I can't give you a place to call your own or even remember to bring home the milk and it kills me, it ruins me, it breaks me into a hundred thousand shards of good intention that all mean nothing.
And I feel you moving like bad chicken curry and I want to be able to hold your little hand and make it better
but you're so small and perfect and invisible, like a fairy at the bottom of the garden and I can't touch you.
I miss the days in the park and grieve for the years when I knew what it was to feel safe.
She asks me to leave you alone in the bed and sneak outside to play with the trains in the moonlight.
I'm trying not to listen, I am, I promise. I'm sick with wretchedness and when I think that you love me -
- it hurts it hurts. It hurts in the way an angel singing would hurt. It's too beautiful, it's not meant for me. I'm tone deaf.
I can't give you a place to call your own or even remember to bring home the milk and it kills me, it ruins me, it breaks me into a hundred thousand shards of good intention that all mean nothing.
And I feel you moving like bad chicken curry and I want to be able to hold your little hand and make it better
but you're so small and perfect and invisible, like a fairy at the bottom of the garden and I can't touch you.
I miss the days in the park and grieve for the years when I knew what it was to feel safe.
