you're not too small for this   but you're not even trying   i know you're taking everything way farther than you've known   i know what's taking all this space   i know i know      we were younger then   but i can still read the words across your chest   pouring from your mouth   and ran like rivers down your neck   and spilled on to the floor   but i'm not so sure i can remember that anymore      i can't read the books your father read   but i will write you songs instead   to make up for what they have been saying   because i know you don't need that   i know you don't need that      we were smaller then   but i don't have the blood in your skin   so i don't fit i don't fit in   and when i leave your house   i know you'll call to chase them out   but they'll stay down the hall   so when you sleep it's not for long      i can't feel the way your parents did   but i can make him take back what he's said to you   to make up for when you have been staying at home   when we've been leaving   because i'd rather you'd come with me      buried under ground and you're scratching inside out   and breathing in until you can't keep pushing out