dear avery
decemberists, the
were you dead on the vine
but i could just grab you by the nape of your neck
there are times life will rattle your bones
you're still far away the boy you've ever been
so you bend back and shake at the frame
but don't you shake alone
listing lazily on the cusp of your tease
but you were my avery and when you needed saving
i could just grab you by the nape of your neck
there are times life will rattle your bones
you're still far away the boy you've ever been
so you bend back and shake at the frame
but don't you shake alone