please let us have a little truce
i sit here weaving in my room
make blankets here for you and i–
There’s no room in the plane I fly
For tapestries or extra feet
Though you’re the one I’d want to keep
Let me save something from your face–
let me make something for your space
i’ll give a needle and my thread
i know i have a heavy bed
and you need something for the air–
I’m just not made to braid my hair
Or stay with you, but still, I swear
I’ll love you when I tie my shoes
please let us have a little truce
Baby, make my parachute.