Pressed Lyrics

Bring me home

Pick me and press me

In the big dictionary you keep on the shelf

I belong

Nestled and swaddled

In words to preserve me for years

And when winter arrives, I'll still be here

And when spring comes around, I'll still be here

Pressed in the shape that you found me most beautiful

Paper thin and petals like laces, I

Wait until it's time to unveil me

Maybe now I'll be delicate

At least for a season or two

I am yours

Frame me and hang me

Or use me to find your last place in your book

I am strong

Or at least my perfume was

And touch me or don't, I'll still break

And when summer arrives, I'll still be here

And when autumn comes blowing I'll be here

Pressed and beloved or forgotten, that's all up to you

Paper thin and veins on display, I

Wait until I'm transparent and ready

Maybe now I'll be knowable

I can learn not to ache for your hands