Sweet liquid spread of containers
Daughter meet my teacher
Such pressure, such pressure, such pleasure
You exist
Liminality is where I seem to be
I immerse myself in its beauty
And I never feel so lonesome as I do upon return
And I loathe the way you tell me that I need to read and learn

These things that we do, things that we do
We’re shaking our fears and breaking the others
And we’ll laugh while we last if we’re lucky

Slow gutsy speech and a dull buzz
Sympathetic stranger
The whistles, the bus rides, the sand between my toes
Checking things off lists that you’d advocate for
Sometimes you’ll give more than a dead stare
And I never feel so lonesome as I do upon return
And I loathe the way you tell me that I need to read and learn

You may scare away but you might as well say
May scare away but you might as well say it
But don’t you be hoping he’ll want it from you someday

These things that we do, things that we do
We’re shaking our fears and breaking the others
And we’ll laugh while we last if we’re lucky