Gardener

I learned the worms mean us no harm
do your worst turn to dirt
you've got your looks and you've got your charm
I'll get lost or give up
whatever I do is never enough
with worms in my brain and worms in my lungs
I don't feel youthful and I don't feel young

washing your sheets won't help you sleep
ghosts riding shotgun
my mess affair will come undone
we are all deeply flawed
skin and bones hearts and all
I'll keep your notes for reflection
teach me how to reach perfection

I will beat on the steering wheel
until I can barely feel
and I'll feel good once I'm there
like I'd feel good anywhere
I'll be a man if you'll be my groom
I'll be a man some day soon
I'll pick pretty flowers to put on your grave
he's so polite and so well behaved
mud in your hair and down to your feet
blood on your knuckles and blood in your teeth
they bleed when you write and bleed when you eat
I think you might have never loved me
tattoos on her arms
tattoos that she calls scars
eyes are black her face is bruised
looks like she's a raccoon

I find your drug so appealing
you give my life a whole new meaning
in your arms I close my eyes
in your arms is where I'll die

I'll be a man if you'll be my groom
I'll be a man some day soon
I'll pick pretty flowers to put on your grave
he's so polite and so well behaved