Cicada Days

The greener grass grows where the wildfires fertilize With ashes of sparrows, peppered moths, and butterflies Ghosts of trees and termites bloom in the beanstalk And if you get lightheaded when standing too fast Is it from shaking out the weight of phosphenes and pasts Salt deposits on warm little rivers that burst from our words And God knows crying ain't gonna change a thing She said "Take care" But I take more than I bring She said, "It just feels inhumane to lose this much" "'Cause when you leave you know you takе more than your love" Just one week of cicada days, wе're losing touch And I know it just feels inhumane to lose this much Our nerves were braided under ceiling stars That were all glow in the dark, hanging over queen-sized Purple waves of ancient chemicals just whisper! Did you ever build with those endangered bones? Well, the ground looks soft enough to bury this now Oh, please, oh no And then my sponsor said "Do nothing, nothing works" And then my doctor said "Don't do that if it hurts" She said, "It just feels inhumane to lose this much" "'Cause when you leave you know you take more than your love" The seasons of cicada days, we can't make up And I know it just feels inhumane to lose this much Let all my red flags fade to white, yeah, I give up Don't let me leave, I'll only take more than I gave Okay, I'll pack my stuff Here at the end of days, my god, what have I done? Christ, now it feels damn inhumane to get all I've dreamed of Keep coming back, it works if you work it So work it, you're worth it, it won't if you don't One day at a time, tomorrow's too late, amen