Cover
Cover me in a blanket
From birth we are covered in blankets
Cover me from the world
Cover me from the sins
From birth, blankets are a sign of comfort
Cover me from my broken love
Cover me from my heartache
From birth, blankets are small
Cover me when I’m older-
But it can’t.
Pull up, your feet are cold
Pull down, your body is cold
Your emotions are frozen
Cover me from my emotions
Cover me from feeling anything
From birth, you have to cycle through blankets
They all have the same effect
Keep you warm
What else would they be for?
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