[Verse 1] There’s six whole feet of floral print, Soft morning light with a dusty glint, A whole wide bed made just to share, With pillows plumped and room to spare. Instead you picked the wooden square, Folded up neat without a care, Nose to the baseboard, toes to the sky, Watching the quiet world go by. --- [Chorus] Halfway in the headboard, halfway in the air, Gravity is optional, Sylvie doesn’t care. Bones made of water, dreaming upside down, Comfiest little weirdo in this whole town. --- [Verse 2] Wedged tight against the cabinet wall, One careless twitch and you might fall, Tail curled around the shelf’s dark edge, Spilling like cream across the ledge. Are you asleep or just rebooting? Defying every law of nature without disputing. You look like a pretzel, you look like a slide, With nothing but soft, sleepy peace inside. --- [Chorus] Halfway in the headboard, halfway in the air, Gravity is optional, Sylvie doesn’t care. Bones made of water, dreaming upside down, Comfiest little weirdo in this whole town. --- [Bridge] They say cats are liquids that pour in a cup, You proved that by sleeping upside down and up. No ruler, no angles, no logic applied, Just white velvet paws on a downward slide. Hush now, don’t tip her, don’t make a sound, The world is turning right-side round... --- [Chorus] Halfway in the headboard, halfway in the air, Gravity is optional, Sylvie doesn’t care. Bones made of water, dreaming upside down, Comfiest little weirdo in this whole town. --- [Outro] Yeah, the comfiest weirdo... Pouring off the shelf... Just Sylvie being Sylvie... Completely pleased with herself.
