Porcine Quilt

Take's awhile
To feel your arms
I'm growing older

Maybe you'll find comfort in the little things

Kept inside
A restless body
With your crooked heart
And lungs unfolding

May you still find comfort in the little things

Can you get the door?
I'm stuck inside
Anymore
But I still don't want them to see

The little things (tough)

Mind is slipping away from me
Fell asleep in the walls with a blanket
My hands are cold
I don't enjoy your company

Take's awhile
To feel your arms
I'm growing older

Maybe you'll find comfort in the little things