Rough tongue
Thick clot
Small hole
Feet hot and
Round pole
Trick shot
Reticent
I'm not
Soft lungs
Big hands
Mothering
Show and tell
Send for the cavalry
I'm not
I'll never
To stabilise the mood
The pressure
An only child who's skin would break
I'm better
Walk past the room
I'm standing within
Brilliant corners
Illuminating
If I pen a tune
We'll dance on the boards
Rattle the brackets
And paint on the walls
I'm building a tiny empire
Population one
To stabilise the mood
The pressure
An only child who's skin would break
I'm better
To stabilise the mood
To stabilise the mood
I'm better
We are what we tell ourselves
We are what we tell ourselves