Nerves Junior Kale
I miss you
Broken glass jars of jelly jam
To get through breakfast
Sticky cottons on an unmade bed
Plastics will last forever
Isn't that a lullaby
Brown sugar, cinnamon
A matchbox hiding place
Wipe the poor tears on my sleeve
Learn to leave it up to me
I put you in a jacket and your brown shoes
Practice speaking normally, I can't handle it
Can't we just put it away? But now I can't handle it