Marilla Park - Librarians

Loosen the grip, whatever you start

Calm yourself, will dulls art

Chopped up words cross my heart

And patch me up when everything falls apart

Poor teenage girl with a wedding ring

Is putting away wedding things

You’re never gonna be there to hear me sing

My mouth’s sewn shut, can you still hear me laughing?

Sloughed off flakes of sunburnt skin

Little black holes where particles of dirt sneak in

Took a swim at Marilla Park

Jumped the fence after everything had gone dark

So settle down, be serene

It’s not like it’s a dying lover quarantine

Everything will pop off, everyone will produce

And i promise to tie you up whenever your laces start going loose