Gracie Abrams Daughter from Hell

I was a pill, you swallowed me down They say that I got your mouth Daughter from hell, hungry and loud You made me a plate You lent me your life somehow And I want your patience I want your grace I want your sugar And I wanna say How much I owe ya I've loved your shoulder The mantle of stones Your rosemary cloud You talk to the trees out loud With both of your hands You held up our house And down to my bones I hope that I make you proud And now I want your medal I want your goodness I want your current And I wanna say How much I owe ya I've loved your shoulder ♪ (Ah-ah-ah) I want your color (Ah-ah) I want you to know it (Ah-ah) I want your mirror (Ah-ah) And I wanna say (Ah-ah) How much I owe ya (Ah-ah) I've loved your shoulder (Ah-ah) (Ah-ah-ah) I want your patience I want your gracе (Ah-ah) I want your sugar (Ah-ah) And I wanna say (Ah-ah) How much I owe ya (Ah-ah) I've loved your shouldеr Daughter from hell, but I came around I'll try to become you now