Things to Keep Up With

Hush my child
You don't even know that you're born
Your like splinter in between
Imagine your house, your room

Curled up nice
So tight that you won't feel the fright
Longing for the bird that's been lost
Soon to join the pride

Waxed and rinsed
Shimmer, now let them in
Dry them out
'Til glory hit the vault

I've been to Hollywood just maybe
Dressed up in silk all because of the web

Sweeping dumb
Flat healed and heavily brave
Reasons for it
Really is all quite tame

Catches up fast
Your basket smells of mould
You're so slow
Your being is gold

Waxed and rinsed
Shimmer, now let them in
Dry them out
'Til glory hit the vault'

I've been to Hollywood just maybe
Dressed up in silk all because of the web
Shiny as fuck but as my cheeks got wetter
I spooned a mouthful of a made up tale

I've been to Hollywood just maybe
Dressed up in silk all because of the web
Shiny as fuck but as my cheeks got wetter
I spooned a mouthful of a made up tale