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.