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The words won’t come to me,
For too hard I push when trying
But desperate am I, feel like dying…
You look at me but still can’t see
That’s what I’m looking at..
I see it all from my mind’s tree.
It’s plain to see how simple I am..
My needs simple and demands few;
Still set alone, apart, to stew..
To simmer and boil and live their scam
Just stuck being the last man’s man.
Break it down and show it to ‘em
Write it down and sing it loud
Why say you are if you aren’t proud
Kill the plant and burn the stem
Salt the ground, I won’t chance it growing again
Friend, my back is too full of holes
Stick your blade in the front
Slice me all up and tell ‘em it’s a stunt
Pour in the medicine and keep packin’ bowls
Burn me again like tired hot coals.
The dark brew frothing, spilling over
Drowns the cries of innocence forgotten
This fantasy has died and become toxic and rotten
But don’t worry, you can always come over,
Get comfy, clutch me and sob into my shoulder
Just know inside I can’t get any colder.
For too hard I push when trying
But desperate am I, feel like dying…
You look at me but still can’t see
That’s what I’m looking at..
I see it all from my mind’s tree.
It’s plain to see how simple I am..
My needs simple and demands few;
Still set alone, apart, to stew..
To simmer and boil and live their scam
Just stuck being the last man’s man.
Break it down and show it to ‘em
Write it down and sing it loud
Why say you are if you aren’t proud
Kill the plant and burn the stem
Salt the ground, I won’t chance it growing again
Friend, my back is too full of holes
Stick your blade in the front
Slice me all up and tell ‘em it’s a stunt
Pour in the medicine and keep packin’ bowls
Burn me again like tired hot coals.
The dark brew frothing, spilling over
Drowns the cries of innocence forgotten
This fantasy has died and become toxic and rotten
But don’t worry, you can always come over,
Get comfy, clutch me and sob into my shoulder
Just know inside I can’t get any colder.