On my forth birthday looking like a photograph
We will all forget about
And only discover later on with other news papers
Piled up like epitaph
For the man you never knew
But hold on to like a silver swan
And in the forest that I created in my head
I was a warrior, at home in the wild
My thoughts begin strong
They never get me like they did in real life
If I could just figure it better
Could you stay a little longer, please?
Could you stay a little longer, please?
And in the limelights, watered like a baby
I read a hundred pages to get lost each night
I made a skinner of the brother [?]
Made a magic box to hide the shouty in
Cause you were busy biting at each other's heels
An angry fog that never seemed to clear
But it's okay, cause I did pretty well anyway
And you're proud
But could you stay a little longer, please?
Could you stay a little longer, please?