Words turn into flowers into paper into plastic cups

That tie around a figure that was planted in the snow

And often is the case that you have set yourself

Specific goals you spaz out in mid-sentence and your mind is gripped in fear

Fear

I know you're bored

Let's take a walk

We'll bring the dog

Dear

Be resolute, be forthright, be indicative of all

That's black and futuristic sea creatures that Nibble at your toe

A patch of blue, a patch of dirt, a patch of prime

A patch of white, a path through time

That's held like that because you're bored

(A patch of blue, a patch of dirt, a patch of prime, a patch of white, a path through time)

We're better off

Well, shake that cough

It's not so bad

Okay, it's worse

So keep your bread and mandolins, your fiddles and

Kept up with those you love because the benefits are great

The rinse you find the path you grind distorted like a

Condiment or feisty cast of characters, de facto, sans secure

If God begat the Mormon into laymen into brethren

Into birthdays into cardinals and liars

Don't take it off

Pleases leave it on

There is a place

I have a twitch

There is a mustache

There is a cap

There is a wreck

There is a house, what's wrong with that