Hold U - Ava Luna

A yellow shape in the living room that you balance out

You set aside the ingredients as I’m coming to

And I slip into states as your hands slip beneath the dirty plates

I could spend tomorrow in two rows outside the city

And I could stack my boxes in apartments with your drawings on the wall

I could sit in reverie

But what I should do is hold you by the bottom of the hill

So hold me for a moment, baby

I was uptown in the coffee shop when I finally decided

You were dusting off the tablecloth in your parents' house

We’re the same, we’re the same

But I’m tired of trying to explain it

So what I should do is hold you by the bottom of the hill

So hold me for a moment, baby