Joseph Arthur

Youre the shaded sun
Youre daddys broken gun
Youre the loneliest moon
You are a butterfly dreaming about your cocoon
Youre the only sound when I am blind
So I label you mine
Youre the house you grew up in
Youre always just arriving at your end
Youre your mamas shit eatin grin and your daddys double chin
Youre the first pair of shoes you ever went to school in
And youre the kid pretending shes in prison
Behind the bars of a jungle gym
Someones gonna give you wings
And youll think its what you need
And youll fly
Youll be so high
But youre history acts as your gravity
Your history acts as your gravity