Coat Of Shellac - Ava Luna

Made of wanting, solely, I’m used to — it’s easy, look at what we gain

Sorta holding on loose ever so slightly, fingers feeling rain

And if it’s over will you wanna go, I’m down

If you account for me and vouch for me every time we go…

Will you surrender to a remedy so ripe it’s running cold?

Push in to fix, to get it set

Pushing to feel the very half

And it counts as an echo when we get out

Never one not only, no not like the TV, whittle it away

Sorta novel to stay largest and heavy, mountain full of clay

And if it’s over will you wanna go, I’m down, you know that I’m down