Folly

Folly, I was falling I was taller than I wanted to be Hollow, swallowed, I was following You were faster than a gelding In my mind you're a crow A spirit animal I am wont to know But I don't want to be responsible Molding, I was folding Your clothing in some kind of dream Loving, I was hovering I was flipping, fleeting, doving In my dreams you're a bathtub running You are warm and tender and bubbling Oh, you are cold and bristling and struggling