Lyrics Hallmark - Washer

Hallmark

My dad would swing me
On the bay all frozen over
In a basket with a rope
With my sister
Steady business in a time
Before retired nostalgia
Be sure of the thoughts that close your throat
Whenever theirs would eye your own
Count down to
A launch for me
Cardboard spaceship
Three, two, one hit green
When I was
A little kid
I’d sit alone
And make shit up
Oh God forbid