Kimya Dawson

Your Favorite Baby

Have you ever had a dream that your favourite baby's drowning

And you grab him by his sweater sleeve, pull him up on to the ground

And you can hear the water slosh around inside his tiny gut

Push his belly up and down but he can't cough the water up

Suddenly a flood comes out his mouth till there is nothing left

Inside of him, he's empty now, there isn't even one small breath

And he goes limp in your arms

All the people's mouths are moving, all you hear are car alarms

And you wake up and start to cry

I will lose my shit if even one more person I know dies

So please don't die