Softly speaking
Drift in and out of your parade
At what ends?
You binge and binge and bend the trees
To your shade
Your mother drinks
Overfilled ovaries
I see this rose in my dreams
I hope you'll tell me what it means
There's sewer sisters
Staining the corner store
It explained your desires for more
What dreams are these?
Whose things I receive
In endless boxes overpaying for packaging
Terrible singers doing their thing I guess
Keep doing that thing to my chest
Oh blow it all and go
I just thought that you should know
That those days are gone
I feel I feel I feel
I feel you in my molars
Come on over
And sing
Like me
The future is solar
But I don't feel so sunny
So sunny