The Good Sweat - Black Thumb Lyrics

When she was a seed
He had more than one need
One to see and be seen
And the other, to eat

Heart true, she took root
Whether flower or fruit
Was unclear, til the year
Brought both petal and shoot

That's when he became careless
Barely watered her enough to survive
His desperate hunger possessed him
Seeking harvest while she shriveled inside

Maybe he knew that she flowered for him, yea maybe he knew
Sometimes he drew his power from her, of course he knew
But he never intended her anything other than to thrive and bloom
Maybe she wasn't the first his black thumb had failed and entombed

When he was a boy
In a roomful of toys
When he tired of one
There were more to enjoy

But now, as a man
Cultivating by hand
He could flee too hastily
When his cravings began
What kind of man?

It was him that would wither
Hunger fed, but in a colorless home
It just redoubled his appetite in the
Sadness to be there on his own

Maybe he knew that she flowered for him, yea maybe he knew
Sometimes he drew his power from her, of course he knew
But he never intended her anything other than to thrive and bloom
Maybe she wasn't the first his black thumb had failed and entombed