Battle of the Boy Least Likely To

Warm milk and honey
Sweeten my teeth
From little acorns you
You quietly made me
Made me into me

Paper thin skin stretched
Over my bones
From shells and pebbles you
You quietly made me
Made me a home

But I can't get used
To being alone
And I won't get used
To being alone

Under a full moon
Hopelessly trying to
Retrace our footsteps in the snow
I don't know when to hang on
And when to let go

Foxes in boxes
And butterfly blues
From little acorns you
You quietly made me
Made me into you

Holding it under
My tounge 'til it stings
From all of my demons
You quietly saved me
Again and again

But now I feel
And surface again
Yes, I can feel
And surface again

From little bubbles
Little air bubbles
Little embolysms grow
I don't know to hang on
Everything I feel feels wrong
I don't know when to hang on
And when to let go