("Hey Emi, it's your Daddy, Call me if you get a chance")
I spent all of my big halves of the Thanksgiving wishbone
Wishing Earth would turn slower for us
Tomorrow already feels like yesterday
And I miss you when you're sitting next to me
The hands of time tied mine behind my back
So all I can do is watch
Anticipatory grief is a ruinous thing
My heart has a death grip on everyone I've ever met
And I collect them underneath my fingernails
Someone told me once to be where your feet are
But what do you do when yours are always running from tomorrow?
I want to touch a hundred flowers and every grain of sand
I want to love a hundred people
And dive deep in every ocean
I want a life that lasts forever
Or maybe half as much
It's so funny how we promise each other something we can never touch
The only guarantee is that this will end
I wish I could stop obsessing over when
Time is still until it ends
Until it ends
He pulled me in a wagon, now I push him in a chair
How sick is father time? How unfair
Studying my face like he wants to take it with him
Grief is love's receipt but I'll bribe the reaper
And mama plants flowers in the yard and in the darkest parts of me
Who will water her garden, who will water me?
I think I could learn to like change if it wasn't gonna take you away
So sing me to sleep and tell me it's just the angels bowling again
My seven-year-old best friend just turned 23
And I can't get used to kitchen without the sound of the oxygen machine
I want to touch a hundred flowers and every grain of sand
How could an all-knowing God create a feeling like love
Knowing we can't stay long enough?
I want a life that lasts forever
I want to be late for its curfew
It's so funny how we promise each other something we could never do
The only guarantee is that this will end
I'll wear black to every event I attend
Time is still until it ends
Until it ends
...
My skin is decorated
With people and places
I'm desperate for permanence
So drive the ink into my skin
But even that will turn back into sand
Time is still until it ends
(Who's my little whoosie? Me
Who's my turtle love? Me
Who's my little whoosie? Me
Who do you love? You)
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("Hey Emi, it's your Daddy, Call me if you get a chance")
I spent all of my big halves of the Thanksgiving wishbone
Wishing Earth would turn slower for us
Tomorrow already feels like yesterday
And I miss you when you're sitting next to me
The hands of time tied mine behind my back
So all I can do is watch
Anticipatory grief is a ruinous thing
My heart has a death grip on everyone I've ever met
And I collect them underneath my fingernails
Someone told me once to be where your feet are
But what do you do when yours are always running from tomorrow?
I want to touch a hundred flowers and every grain of sand
I want to love a hundred people
And dive deep in every ocean
I want a life that lasts forever
Or maybe half as much
It's so funny how we promise each other something we can never touch
The only guarantee is that this will end
I wish I could stop obsessing over when
Time is still until it ends
Until it ends
He pulled me in a wagon, now I push him in a chair
How sick is father time? How unfair
Studying my face like he wants to take it with him
Grief is love's receipt but I'll bribe the reaper
And mama plants flowers in the yard and in the darkest parts of me
Who will water her garden, who will water me?
I think I could learn to like change if it wasn't gonna take you away
So sing me to sleep and tell me it's just the angels bowling again
My seven-year-old best friend just turned 23
And I can't get used to kitchen without the sound of the oxygen machine
I want to touch a hundred flowers and every grain of sand
How could an all-knowing God create a feeling like love
Knowing we can't stay long enough?
I want a life that lasts forever
I want to be late for its curfew
It's so funny how we promise each other something we could never do
The only guarantee is that this will end
I'll wear black to every event I attend
Time is still until it ends
Until it ends
...
My skin is decorated
With people and places
I'm desperate for permanence
So drive the ink into my skin
But even that will turn back into sand
Time is still until it ends
(Who's my little whoosie? Me
Who's my turtle love? Me
Who's my little whoosie? Me
Who do you love? You)
I spent all of my big halves of the Thanksgiving wishbone
Wishing Earth would turn slower for us
Tomorrow already feels like yesterday
And I miss you when you're sitting next to me
The hands of time tied mine behind my back
So all I can do is watch
Anticipatory grief is a ruinous thing
My heart has a death grip on everyone I've ever met
And I collect them underneath my fingernails
Someone told me once to be where your feet are
But what do you do when yours are always running from tomorrow?
I want to touch a hundred flowers and every grain of sand
I want to love a hundred people
And dive deep in every ocean
I want a life that lasts forever
Or maybe half as much
It's so funny how we promise each other something we can never touch
The only guarantee is that this will end
I wish I could stop obsessing over when
Time is still until it ends
Until it ends
He pulled me in a wagon, now I push him in a chair
How sick is father time? How unfair
Studying my face like he wants to take it with him
Grief is love's receipt but I'll bribe the reaper
And mama plants flowers in the yard and in the darkest parts of me
Who will water her garden, who will water me?
I think I could learn to like change if it wasn't gonna take you away
So sing me to sleep and tell me it's just the angels bowling again
My seven-year-old best friend just turned 23
And I can't get used to kitchen without the sound of the oxygen machine
I want to touch a hundred flowers and every grain of sand
How could an all-knowing God create a feeling like love
Knowing we can't stay long enough?
I want a life that lasts forever
I want to be late for its curfew
It's so funny how we promise each other something we could never do
The only guarantee is that this will end
I'll wear black to every event I attend
Time is still until it ends
Until it ends
...
My skin is decorated
With people and places
I'm desperate for permanence
So drive the ink into my skin
But even that will turn back into sand
Time is still until it ends
(Who's my little whoosie? Me
Who's my turtle love? Me
Who's my little whoosie? Me
Who do you love? You)
Writer: Emily Cavanaugh
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