VETIVER

I build myself a small cocoon
To stop my heart from craving you
Of sandalwood and vetivert
Of silkworm spit and mother's hair
The inside made of rosemary
The kind that won't bend easily
Or break beneath his bane of trust
Or turn that awful shade of rust

These days, when you wear my skin
I feel somehow overdressed

I cut my teeth when I broke out
Spread my wings to flee the doubt
The dust lay silent in the air
But I have all my back to bare

These days, when you wear my skin
I feel somehow overdressed
These days, when you wear my skin
I feel somehow overdressed

I build myself, I build myself
I build myself, I build myself
I build myself, I build myself
I build myself, I build myself
I build myself, I build myself
I build myself