Nest

I'm building a high rise,
The cost of living

Is child sized,
I can't shake the thought of giving

Sometimes,
We all need a taste of the seasons

But lately
I just want a chance to break even

Science is something i left under the stairs
Worn at the corners, it's the gray in my hair
This science is one thing i know i'll leave there
Too heavy to carry, we don't even care

But i'll
Make our bed below these ceiling lights

I could build it all if the sand was stone
Turn this iron rust into nickel chrome
I would build it all but i'm out of sticks,
Made this makeshift nest and i hope it fits