glacial garden | |
you've made a mess out of me | |
i liked you better as a packet of seeds | |
pruned your fingers | |
wove your arms through the fence | |
now you're choking everything… | |
green-thumbed mystic | |
you made a fool out of me | |
i liked you better when your advice came for free | |
two dreams i've journaled | |
toxins i've cleansed | |
vines are clinging desperately… | |
hiding spirits in the cupboard | |
you always drank alone | |
you were a one horse town... | |
sister sobbing in the kitchen | |
for you to stick around | |
you were a one horse town… | |
boulder canyon | |
you made a son out of me | |
i had a mother who swam in your streams | |
i know the ending | |
yet i'm faking suspense | |
more fertilizer for the trees | |
for the trees… | |
(from dust to dust | |
roots will pass through us) |
glacial garden | |
you' ve made a mess out of me | |
i liked you better as a packet of seeds | |
pruned your fingers | |
wove your arms through the fence | |
now you' re choking everything | |
greenthumbed mystic | |
you made a fool out of me | |
i liked you better when your advice came for free | |
two dreams i' ve journaled | |
toxins i' ve cleansed | |
vines are clinging desperately | |
hiding spirits in the cupboard | |
you always drank alone | |
you were a one horse town... | |
sister sobbing in the kitchen | |
for you to stick around | |
you were a one horse town | |
boulder canyon | |
you made a son out of me | |
i had a mother who swam in your streams | |
i know the ending | |
yet i' m faking suspense | |
more fertilizer for the trees | |
for the trees | |
from dust to dust | |
roots will pass through us |
glacial garden | |
you' ve made a mess out of me | |
i liked you better as a packet of seeds | |
pruned your fingers | |
wove your arms through the fence | |
now you' re choking everything | |
greenthumbed mystic | |
you made a fool out of me | |
i liked you better when your advice came for free | |
two dreams i' ve journaled | |
toxins i' ve cleansed | |
vines are clinging desperately | |
hiding spirits in the cupboard | |
you always drank alone | |
you were a one horse town... | |
sister sobbing in the kitchen | |
for you to stick around | |
you were a one horse town | |
boulder canyon | |
you made a son out of me | |
i had a mother who swam in your streams | |
i know the ending | |
yet i' m faking suspense | |
more fertilizer for the trees | |
for the trees | |
from dust to dust | |
roots will pass through us |