History

You're the shaded sun You're daddy's broken gun You're the loneliest moon You are a butterfly dreaming about your cocoon You're the only sound when I am blind So I label you mine You're the house you grew up in You're always just arriving at your end You're your mama's shit eatin' grin and your daddy's double chin You're the first pair of shoes you ever went to school in And you're the kid pretending she's in prison Behind the bars of a jungle gym Someone's gonna give you wings And you'll think it's what you need And you'll fly You'll be so high But you're history acts as your gravity Your history acts as your gravity