Sourdough

I would stare at the sun if it'd help the ones I love
Though I'd burn in my skull, I would smile to see them well
I've got this weight in my lungs

And I would share my own blood if it'd help the ones I love
Though I'd shrivel like a plum, I would smile to see them grow
I've got this weight in my lungs
From filling 'em up

I'm driving away
From my father's house on a beautiful day
And there's no one out
I'm running from you, I am running from me
I am running from you, from you
You, you, you, you, you

And so, I make sourdough on the counter like he showed me
Though I taste his loneliness in the crust of evеry loaf
I've got this weight in my mouth
But I'm keeping it down