Do Your Worst

It fills me up, I want it bad Make a little wish on an eyelash, blow it away Breathe a little bit through the feeling, call it a day It eats me up, it breathes me in Pace a little bit through the hallway, send it away Make a little list of the things that make me okay Easy enough to say it's a little harder When it’s hotter in my house than in my brain Summertime, do your worst Underneath the moon, throw my body into the pool Sink a little bit into quiet, softness, and cool Push it out, take it back Take a little time to rеturn myself to the earth Put a littlе faith in the season of its rebirth Easy enough to say it's a little harder When it’s hotter in my house than in my brain There will come a day when the bird songs of the morning Do not bring the dread and longing out to play