Andrea Gibson - Give Her lyrics

If I hadn’t sold it for it's gold
I would give you the class ring I wore
When I was still a girl
And taking good care of my cuticles

If it hadn’t burned in a fire
I’d give you the Valentine
From my first kiss–– the boy who grew up

To become a preacher, and a Canadian
Which seems like a contradiction
I'm not sure why

If I knew exactly where to find it
I’d give you the time capsule I buried
To open in a million years
I’d shimmy it out of the earth

And say, Here, I made this for you
When I was seven inside –– a lock
Of my dog’s hair from before


He went to live on a farm

For biting the face off a man
Who looked at me wrong
If the tooth fairy hadn’t come
Any of those times, I’d give you my smile

And say, You’re the reason why I'm gay
And I mean that the old fashioned way
As in happy, but also
Kind of, the other way too

I would give you my name
But I’d rather have yours
So when the telemarketers call
And say, With whom am I speaking?

I could say it aloud, the name
I was born with, but didn’t know
Until the night I wiped the
Sweat off your arms
On a dance floor in Oakland

Then licked the salt off the
Length of my hands
Do you understand how sick a person gets
Licking the length their hands
In a nightclub?
I didn’t leave the bathroom for seven days

Which is to say I’d give you my time
My decades even don’t tell me
To be less dramatic
Of course I’ve loved before, but I didn’t
Give it my all mostly I gave up

You asks what makes this different
Why I want to give it a
Whirl the size of a tornado?
Why I want to give it a
Go at every red light?
I just know you makes me feel

Like I could win the lottery
With a parking ticket i see your
Lipstick on a coffee cup
And feel like I have never known a bruise

And I want to give it my best
And I want my best to be incredible
Because people take me serious
But I know I am a joke

You will always get
Your laughter so holy, the hecklers
Tell me I’m coming up short and I say, great
Now I can win the limbo contest

I want to give you all my trophies
From the county fair
Where I won the potato sack race
And the poetry slam

Where I was the runner-up behind a man
Who wrote a love poem for pudding
(that would be the sweetest gift)

When you’re down I want to give you my best
Pick up lines what’s your sign?
My sign has historically been STOP
But since meeting you I’ve changed it

To MERGE darling, when I gave you my heart
I gave my life my word
That it would not be the same heart

I had given before
I put in, like, a hundred more doors
And a record player from a real record store

And I put in a skylight that is all yours

That day you picked me up and carried me
Through that airport
Like my goodbye had no weight
My goodbye has no weight

Right now you are sleeping beside me
Making a face you would not want
To know you’re making call it the opposite
Of your mirror face call it
Me bringing home the gold

Call these bed sheets what was sewn

From the ribbon at the end of a long race
I don’t want to be anywhere but here
Whispering all your nicknames

From every hiding place until
I give myself away:
Hey Galaxy, Hey Lord of the Butterflies
Hey Grief Thief, Hey Windchime

Hey Adorable Sneezer
Hey Perfect S’more, Hey
LifeBoat, Hey Lifeboat, i’m yours