Sometimes you have to be alone, And sometimes you think you're going to cry, And you do. The tears will stain your cheeks down to your ears, And you'll think back on when I would kiss your eyelids while it rained. You've been growing under harsh light, And your heart has rusted over, along with all your ferns. Don't you know I still wait for you to call me after the shower to tell me that dogs chased you all the way home, And when I grow up I'll tell myself that in time, You must have grown towards the sun.
Your heart is too large, And your brain is too big. Please don't let them get you down.