Teksty: Now, Now Every Children. In My Chest.

I have it all figured out in my head
you have buried a hole in my chest

you have kept it all in your head instead
but i have made a mark outside of your hand
and i'll keep my eyes open
but i won't look out the window
because i might see things i've read about
in a book in my room from then

i have what it takes and i will have the space
and i am packing a suitcase
and i am coming with you the the west coast
but it's not my home
but they know that i'm good at keeping things
in my chest in my chest