i drew a perfect circle in my notebook then i
filled it with the rain
the ink is blotched, my drawing botched and i know that i
can’t do it again

my shoes are turning black from all the presents that
my little plants rejected
my socks are full of dirt
and i don’t see
why i can’t be just... unaffected

i can’t help but feel sorry for the trees i snapped behind the ivy fence
i just heard that the bendy ones would pick you up
and throw you to the sun

i’m so sorry, but what’s the difference?

burning up
is starting to sound fun

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he left his car behind the church, i watched it rot while he’s away
i held her hand and let her
slip inside

it smelled like mold and marigold which keeps the bugs away
i told her that i knew how we could fly

i can’t help but feel sorry for the trees i snapped
behind the ivy fence
i heard the bendy ones would throw us to the sun
i can’t help but feel sorry
but what’s the difference?
burning up is starting to sound fun

the sweat drips down my legs, it smells like mud and secret meetings
but my heart it is a desert and i feel the hot sun’s beating oh
don’t let yourself dry out, a little circle glass can set me into smoke

the lever’s broke
the lever’s broke!

the greenest trees in the world won’t
spring you like you want ‘em to
the greenest trees in the world won’t
spring you like you want ‘em to

you bend what you break
you break what you bend with
branches and friends
the ground’s where you’ll end—
let it happen