Nothing So Great - Evy Jane

Crumpled cotton bed

And aching white lace

Pigeon winged Lucy

With a smile on her face

On her face

Cavernous cut,

And the weeping harpoon

Fearing a man

In the dust of the moon

Nightmare city,

I’ve been walking in circles for days

I stare at my fingernails

And I assume that it’s all a phase

My crumbled cotton bed

Oh my

My crumbled cotton bed

Nothing’s so great, to be afraid of

Nothing’s so great, Nothing’s so great

The scabs of old

Are what we’re made of

Nothing’s so great, Nothing’s so great

I asked you before,

And you told me the same

You said child

Nothing’s so great

To take your name,

Your name