Arm on hip in Boerum Hill The summer storm cracks against the cell Your jaw clicks when you bite the bread I despise all the things I've said Who can bear the things in my head I'm only good in small bright doses But you stay near, you stay the closest For the longest and the truest The gentian flower they say's the bluest Though its flowers are the fewest I promise you will be allowed to live I promise you will be allowed to live I promise you will be allowed to live One day we will go out to dinner Tell boring stories as if they matter Voices loud and bold and battered People stare, and the war-torn chatter I promise you will be allowed to live I promise you will be allowed to live I follow you I follow you I follow you I follow you I follow you I follow you I follow you I follow you I follow you I follow you