The Battle Of The Boy Least Likely To Lyrics - Singles - The Boy Least Likely To

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 tongue '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.