wrapped up tight in my distress. My words are muffled (idea)

You say you want to help me	What I really want is for my troubles to be a puddle on your shoulder	The worst things about divorce	Still I save the moon for you
In bed feigning sleep	Dearest, I feel certain	Solomon	golem daughter
don't think so loudly; whisper something in my ear	Welcome to heartache head	Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry	I hide in the darkness of the cry that comes from her throat
Ode to a Sugared Almond	The weather is moving the wrong way today.	I feel things, hundredsfold, a papercut requires stitches	Please don't throw me in the briar patch!
daughter	Lead us, the faithful, to the land of broken promises	I know this road pretty well, for I've chased many a honey-bee over it.	Children of divorce
Just don't expect me to understand	moths are all stars