Ribs Paroles

my stocking stuffer way back home, back home, back

There's this spark
with a quirk for
flightless flying
underlying
all the feels
spread within him
they're never too thin,
just unavailable

There's this ember
and it's burning
and it's growing
and I'm liking
all the warmness that I'm feeling
it's so different, it's so lovely but the

Glow is so dim
from such a distance and I want it
'cause it knows me
and it likes the
way I hold it
ever tightly
though it burns me
I know it loves me

And so this fire
from that coal
and from that spark
they made a story