The Battle of the Boy Least Likely To

Lyrics

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 tongue '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 embolisms 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