[This song is about multiplicity, dormancy, merging and spliting. If it triggers you in any way, don't read it. If you don't understand, it's ok, I can give informations. If it helps you through it, my work is done.]

When I was a child I had a plushie
That was everything to me

When I grew older my parents told me

I needed to let go, like it's supposed to be

They gave me a little box

With a little pillow and a little blanket

It looked nice and cozy and Plushie fitted perfectly

Little did I know I wouldn't see them again

Little did I know the box was a tomb

When I grew older and I grew attached

To someone, to someones

Who got little boxes in the back of their head

Sometimes they go take a nap

They told me to let go

As it's supposed to be, as they're supposed to do

So I let them go

I don't know if there's a pillow, I don't know if there's a blanket

I don't know id there are plushies.
Little did I know it could be their tomb

Little did I know

But today there's no box

No tomb nor burrial

You disappeared in thin air

You're more here than ever

And I don't know how to mourn

Without the box, the blanket and the sheet you deserved

Little did I know

Little do I care

About boxes or thin air

About grieving or mourning

I care about the loss

And I care about you

I care about the disappearance

Of the people whom I knew.