Georgia

    " Georgia, Georgia, I love your son

    And when he gets older, he might be the one
    He might be the one

    Georgia, Georgia, he has beautiful bones
    And he never lies or picks up his phone

    And sometimes in the pouring rain
    He'll fall in the mud and get back up again

    And if you find me
    Will you know me?
    Will you take me
    Or will you fall?

    Here is my day plan, here's my new machine
    He is a fine new addition, so young and so clean
    So young and so clean

    He came up through the water without a sound
    With my back to the shoreline, I dreamt that he drowned
    I dreamt that he drowned

    And sometimes, when he looks at me
    I know he needs you, you're all that he sees

    And if I breathe you
    Will it kill me?
    Will you have me
    Or watch me fall?

    If I fix you
    Will you hate me?
    And would you fuck this
    And let us fall? "

                                                                                                                        Phoebe Bridgers