Georgia

Georgia, Georgia, I love your son When he gets older, he might be the one He might be the one Georgia, Georgia, he has beautiful bones And he never lies or picks up his phone And sometimes in the pouring rain He'll fall in the mud and get back up again And if you find me Will you know me Will you take me Or will you fall? And here is my day plan, here is my new machine He is a fine new addition, so young and so clean So young and so clean He came up through the water without a sound With my back to the shoreline, I dreamt that he drowned I dreamt that he drowned Sometimes when he looks at me I know that he needs you, you're all that he sees And if I had breathed you Will it kill me Will you have me Or watch me fall? If I had fixed you Will you hate me? Would you fuck this And let us fall? --- Georgia - Phoebe Bridgers