My Sputnik Sweetheart

Lyrics: Lola Kaerde Music: Lola Kaerde You let yourself lose control And wanting to feel more You can lie down like a skeleton Bones in view Lend some time to come in My sputnik sweetheart sighs I don’t want to meet your friends Hold me do Learn to eat like nothing’s left Who is your influence? Losing sense of self and place Asking who If beds are known as place to rest My rest is built on fear When did you stop to ask if I Wanted to? Many cuts from pointy doors A room can get so small Hardly pass and breathing’s gone I keep seeing these decapitated crow’s heads Lying around on the way home from my bus Hard encounters breaking bones If something is porcelain fragile Your shirt surely breaks the fall If someone’s (someone’s) fragile (made in) porcelain (porcelain) fashion (fashion) Look around, watch yourself, is it what you want? Look around, watch yourself, is this really what you want? Your friend invented friendship Shards cut, watch yourself, is this really happening? New friend, small rooms too shy to say hi to your imaginary friend Too loud, watch yourself, hope it’s happening, hope it’s happening Inferno, watch yourself, no one’s ever seen you as a friend Not that you’d notice Not that I’d want less When you can bother And when I can too Let’s visit one another And remember why we don’t do Dulcis Virgo Maria Dulcis Virgo Maria Dulcis Virgo Maria Dulcis Virgo Maria Went along again and I can’t beat myself up enough over it I can’t please myself so I resort to pleasing you Now that my rib cage shows I’d love to rip it up for you There lie my organs like a maze down to my heart Should you find yourself within arms reach I’d close myself up again You’d have my heart and I could never see you again If you’re crying, know there is reason to If you want to come in, it’s okay to If you want to sit this one out, you could come back If a space is too big, a room can still get small Remember that it isn’t always your fault Remember that a poorly drawn person can still be loved And if you hate yourself sometimes Sputnik sweetheart, you’re for one If you’re alone and no one’s there to see it, does it count? Anyway, alone's too vague and relative If you need a reference to compare with, and no one is around If you’re painted, does it count? If you feel so very vulnerable, and helpless in their arms Then what’s the point, in sharing your flaws?