Cinnamon

In the outhouse rain goes pitter-patter
We are waiting for our ever after
On the blackboard meet me at the station
I'm at platform seven waiting for the wind to change

Hold his neck up, lifeless like a turkey
Limp and feeling breathless
Pressed upon the coffee stand

Didn't I say I'd stay home tonight
Didn't I say I'd stay home tonight
Home tonight
Home tonight

But I cannot win
My spine made of cinnamon

In my life how can I grow this garden
I've been making weeds into medicine
Didn't I say I would dig them out
Didn't I say I would dig them out
Dig them out
Dig them out

But I cannot win
My spine made of cinnamon

In the city I am like a budgie
Got to be an arrow there's always a price to pay
Didn't I say I would stay awake
Didn't I say I would stay away
Stay away
Stay away

But I cannot win
My spine made of cinnamon
But I cannot win
My spine made of cinnamon
But I cannot win
My spine made of cinnamon



Credits
Writer(s): Bethany India Terry
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