Blanket - Siv Jakobsen

I would come as you would run

And I would fall into pieces

And I would chase after you

Like I was poison and you were my aim

I would yell out your name

Watch your gaze fly to the floor

Oh, but never mind, you were never mine

You’ve spilled your secret, now spill your crime

'Cause in the mornings, in the evenings I would wait

But my patience would spill on the floors and on the ceilings

Through my mouth as I called for you

I called, called

And I would fold, yes I would fold

'Cause I am a blanket and you were cold