invent yourself a shortcake
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Sinking ship, how long can you hold still?
Your illness spills against my face
Sinking ship, how long can you hold still?
Look at you, feel the coming waves
A perfect Sunday portrait of my mother
Painting horses all alone
Of lovers and of leavers still believing
They are free to come back home
Oh
Oh
Oh
Sinking ship, how long can you hold still?
Your illness is all that you are
A portrait of my father as a baby
Sleeping underneath the stars
A small pill of forgiveness I am giving to myself
It's what I need
A small gift of fulfillment
I am hoping you will open and recieve
Oh
Oh
Oh
Sinking ship, how long can you hold still?
Your illness fills this empty mirror
A portrait of you, lover
Softly drowning in the warm waters of June
A perfect Sunday portrait of my mother
Sending signals through the drums
A portrait of my sadness finding shelter
In the safety of my home
Oh
Oh
Oh