Pour-over

Mother's been telling me that I should get some rest
Lover's been telling me not to let it get my best
I've been saying "yeah you're right, I keep saying yes"
Easier said than done, easier done than dressed

Father says "mother's right, she's really up on things,
Bother with something good baby you can pull some strings"

I make time out of whole cloth
Warp and weft my days
I make time out of whole cloth
I can be my own holiday
When I'm alone under my quilt
When I'm relieving my own guilt
I watch my breakfast seep through paper into clay

What if I got to lose
What have I got to lose
What if I got to lose
What have I got to lose

I make time out of whole cloth
Warp and weft my days
I make time out of whole cloth
I can be my own holiday
When I'm alone under my quilt
When I'm relieving my own guilt
I watch my breakfast seep through paper into clay



Credits
Writer(s): Delaney Hafener
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