Hang On To Yourself

Show me the sleepovers at your grandmother’s house.
Paint me monopoly games with your neighbors.
Tell me about the time your mom let you eat ice cream for dinner.
Or when your Dad built you a fire because you were cold and you asked him to.
I want to hear what your brother sounded like when he had to apologize for throwing an apple at you.
Can you remember what it smelled like when your Mom thew your grandmother out on Christmas?
Do you recall how nervous you were when your parents didn’t talk for 3 days in a row?
Or how lonely you felt when your brother asked how old you were?
I’ll take you back to when you thought
You’d never come up for air
But look at you
Breathing and stuff