Lay Back, Arms Out - Laura Stevenson

I’m a broken record

Come wriggle out from underneath me

Tied around the middle

Not incorrupt and rotting out

When you lift the lid I will be liquid

All swimming in my skin

There’s a sweetness to that

There’s a sweetness to that

There’s a sweetness to that

There’s a sweetness to that

Bullish you are when you said I’m colorful

It’s like you’re trying to harm me

Aren’t we now?

Foolish I was ever growing foolisher

Sticking in the salt until you cottonmouth

You’re tired and you’re dried out

Two lovers on other islands

Two lovers on other islands

The charts of all the stars you read

They make me feel illest at ease

The teasing blink of a plane

And now you cut it back and buds will form

There’s flooding on the bottom floor

Don’t go upstairs, it’ll trap you up there

So lay back, arms out, all-in, unfeeling

I’ll keep my deep, pristine, unflinching cool