12:03

Bittersweet honey fills my lungs.
I can understand your tongues.
I can leave you at the car window, far away from the crescendo.
A breaking point, the soreness of my joints.
We'll be safe, my baby.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I left you. So, so immature of me.
When I get you back, I promise I will take you far away, wrap you in a bed spread and there you'll lay. Under the ground, safe and sound. What I lost is what I've found.
Your first coo, boohoo, diamond eyes. Twinklin' like Aurora skies. Where are you? Do you think of me to?
Your tiny fist makes me want a handshake, your shrill little voice making the whole earth quake.
The tiny space that was created for you is now where I live and I do things for you.
I fix your bed and I make you a home, I still sit in a room which is now polluted in gloom because of your absence.
It doesn't make sense. I'll do anything to get you back here. I'll close my eyes and open up your bier. Brown little deer.