Maya Hawke - Mirth
From the album 'Blush'
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LYRICS:
Twisting around in a blue leather booth
My ears still popping from travel and use
I pick at my oatmeal and plump up my lips
He gives his hand, a suggestion a wish
It’s not you it’s New York I miss
I’ve got a problem I think he could fix
He seems to undo all my usual tricks
But the marks on his belly the lines I trace
Shadow his softness and romantic grace
It’s not you it’s New York I face
I dreamt of him on a jet blue flight
Nursing me into a feverish night
I lay on her back whispering his name
Letting him unravel a decade of shame
It’s not you it’s New York I claim
In a thunder breath I coughed up my heart
My life in her hands, a good place to start
A little creature born of joy and mirth
Loving without the help of anything
A little creature born of joy and mirth
Loving without the help of anything
on earth
#MayaHawke #Blush #Mirth
