No Small Children Lyrics
"Back to Bed"

Anything but an open book, scratchy cover, hard to look
Playing heroes on TV, broken story, every week
He thinks you think that he doesn't know, fear of fear, quietly suppose
Drags his feet as he steps ahead, just get home and back to bed
From behind my bedroom door I'll spy
To make sure you will stay nearby, that you will stay nearby
And I'll rant and rave and scream and cry
But I don't really wanna die, I don't really want to die
Garbage day, he throws away all the stench of his past mistakes
Heavy hand-me-downs fall off, stripped away his heart unlocks
He thinks about all the things he thinks, life, love, loss, the kitchen sink
Many pages left to write, and open book with kindred sight