• Hannah Flowers

you're in america for some reason

we're at my grandma's house, we're eating breakfast

and then we're on the couch, waiting for something

i can still remember your hand on my shoulder

and now somehow we're in your bedroom

your bedsheets are brown, your shirt is blue

your arms around me feel like barbed wire

you're holding me like i might escape soon

and now i'm at school abroad somewhere

and you surprise me, you bring me cookies

we're at the sports game, sat in the stadium

i can still remember my hand on your shoulder

you tell me something i couldn't repeat

i tell you my heart is not a birdcage

you reassure me, you don't plan on leaving

but still i hold you like you might escape soon

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