The Boy Least Likely To - The Battle Of The Boy Least Likely To lyrics

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.