Pipsqueak - Braid

Fixing up the broken door

A fresh collage of wood and oil

Once a stately iron gate

Pressure’s on to renovate

Too late

Water makes the hinges swing

Water hinges everything

I was once immovable

Eager to stay comfortable

Growing up getting tall

Trust in not a thing at all

I was taught to never hate

But it’s too late

I can taste it

Not a drop is wasted

Lets synchronize our watches baby

I’m afraid of the dark

When in pain you cry

From the most sensitive part of your eye

Is this a come on?

come on

Shake me like a bad sun

Till i’m cool