Under the table

My heart is too young for your love

I am a child again 

Under the table 

Back when everything was so big 

But I wasn’t meant to deal with it 

My hands are too small for your heart  

It spills out, water dripping from my fingers

We are fragile 

So we hide under the table 

And imagine to be any age 

But seventeen 

I do not know how to grow up 

When you face me 

I am a child again 

Forgetting to walk 

Forgetting to talk 

So I fall beneath your eyes 

And imagine 

We can stay here forever