DRUGSTORE SIGN SONG

 


Make a home in my name, you can live in my letters 

Incubate, neon lights, wrap yourself in the luminance 

Apothecary marquee, a peaceful abode

I’ll watch over, blanket fort, I’ll be safe and sound 

I’m not a doctor, I’m not a lodestar I’m not a circus strongman 

But I can care take, I can defend, I’ll be a makeshift moon

Apothecary marquee, a guardian angel 

I’ll protect you, I will shield, I’ll be safe and sound 

Make a home in my name, you can live in my letters 

Consonants, constant tents safe haven in sentences

Apothecary marquee, a peaceful abode

I’ll watch over, blanket fort, I’ll be safe and sound 

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