want to buy you clothes, an apartment
object crusted cove we could call home

i wanna fill, your pretty feathered wings
with pretty little things

we’d exchange some words over supper
i’ll prepare the dish and you’ll clean

i wanna know of all the things you dream
my pretty little thing

but when i gush nobody gets it
is it too much, this infatuation
warm in the cheek, you’d confess if you could speak
but they don’t see

not sure who i was before i met you
lived in dirty mugs and blue light haze

but i knew we were linked, when i saw you on the screen
in those pretty little things

speculated months before you reached me
what’s it like to clutch, to embrace

tenderly held, to love is to keep clean
my pretty little thing

i’d buy a ring, but who’d be the reverend
love is love, til she’s cast in resin or porcelain
is it enough if only we get it
nobody else can see
you’re my pretty little thing