Serving Spoon by Sophie Rose Anger

Can I say that I miss you?
Can you try to not read into it?
It doesn’t have to mean so much
Just wanna say I’m thinking it

I wish that I could run away
Or quit my job and meditate
I’m kidding I could never stay still
Long enough to test that fate

And it’s late
And i’m waiting
For something that I haven’t asked for
And I’ll be
Disappointed
But I’ll know that it’s part of the score

So give me time
Give me all of it
Tell me lies
Make it glorious
Hand in hand
Spit in my open wound
As the band
Plays for an empty room
I’ll be damned
I’ll be your serving spoon
Give me plans
Tell me what to do

My friend, she has a baby now
And I’ll see 'em in a week or three
I bought him books I used to read
My mother used to read to me

You have your Sunday cigarette
These kids they say the world’s a mess
I sit around I get my rest
I still tell them to try their best
But my best
Could be so much better
Than sitting ruminating in my room
Making plans
Feeling uneasy
Seeking comfort in that creeping cloud of doom

But give it time
Give it everything
Go to work
Write a song to sing
Have a kid
Have a family
You’ll be fine
After all, finally

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