Don't step over my defeated body without so much as a glance
Please don't pick up a pint glass instead of me
My young eyes are my voice don't avoid them
Pet my head, tell me it's okay, admit your mistakes as a whisper in my ear
I won't understand but do it nonetheless
You didn't choose me and I don't understand that yet but want me
One day I'll think you're pitiful
But that day is not today
One day I won't need you.
The future holds no smiles for you so treasure them while they're still stamped on my face
Don't frown when I smile
Won't I dream of that frown later?
You don't know how easy I'll recoil
A brush of a loving hand on the cheek?
High and low I'll search for you in strangers
Doesn't the notion disrupt your slumber?
Do you dream about me staring at the bottom of a glass?
Aren't I the last puff of smoke?
Aren't I the last laugh?
I'm small enough to step on
Keep me like that in your mind
Don't comprehend me grown.