My sputnik sweetheart
Weatherday
[Verse 1]
You let yourself lose control
And wanting to feel more
You can lie down like a skeleton
Bones in view

[Verse 2]
Lend some time to come in
My sputnik sweetheart sighs
I don’t want to meet your friends
Hold me do

[Verse 3]
Learn to eat like nothing’s left
Who is your influence?
Losing sense of self and place
Asking who

[Verse 4]
If beds are known as place to rest
My rest is built on fear
When did you stop to ask if I
Wanted to?
[Verse 5]
Many cuts from pointy doors
A room can get so small
Hardly pass and breathing’s gone

I keep seeing these decapitated crow’s heads
Lying around on the way home from my bus

[Bridge 1]
Hard encounters breaking bones
If something is porcelain fragile
Your shirt surely breaks the fall
If someone’s (someone’s) fragile (made in) porcelain (porcelain) fashion (fashion)
Look around, watch yourself, is it what you want? Look around, watch yourself, is this really what you want? Your friend invented friendship
Shards cut, watch yourself, is this really happening? New friend, small rooms too shy to say hi to your imaginary friend
Too loud, watch yourself, hope it’s happening, hope it’s happening
Inferno, watch yourself, no one’s ever seen you as a friend

[Bridge 2]
Not that you’d notice
Not that I’d want less
When you can bother
And when I can too
Let’s visit one another
And remember why we don’t do
[Interlude]
Dulcis Virgo Maria
Dulcis Virgo Maria
Dulcis Virgo Maria
Dulcis Virgo Maria

[Bridge 3]
Went along again and I can’t beat myself up enough over it
I can’t please myself so I resort to pleasing you
Now that my rib cage shows I’d love to rip it up for you
There lie my organs like a maze down to my heart
Should you find yourself within arms reach I’d close myself up again
You’d have my heart and I could never see you again
If you’re crying, know there is reason to
If you want to come in, it’s okay to
If you want to sit this one out, you could come back
If a space is too big, a room can still get small
Remember that it isn’t always your fault
Remember that a poorly drawn person can still be loved
And if you hate yourself sometimes
Sputnik sweetheart, you’re for one

[Outro]
If you’re alone and no one’s there to see it, does it count?
Anyway, alone's too vague and relative
If you need a reference to compare with, and no one is around
If you’re painted, does it count?
If you feel so very vulnerable, and helpless in their arms
Then what’s the point, in sharing your flaws?
Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2019, titled "My sputnik sweetheart", by artist "Weatherday".