Syrup in a Sieve
My words are made of sugar
But my tongue is made of lead
All clumsy and peculiar
Are the honied words I said
My words melt in the morning
Cause in the morning it rains
The water strips away the sugar
Til just peculiar remains
My mama said to do unto others
As you'd have them do for you
But I've been told I'm kind of needy
So there's a lot for me to do
And I could pretend there's a glamorous application for kindness
And I could pretend that you get what you give
And I could pretend that I will be recognized
And I'm not just pouring syrup in a sieve
It rains every morning
And almost every night
And yet I never see it coming
And I never get it right
My mama said to do unto others
As you'd have them do for you
Sometimes it feels like the others
Don't give as much as I do
And I could pretend there's a pragmatic application for kindness
And I could pretend that you get what you give
And I could pretend that I will be rewarded
And I'm not just pouring syrup in a sieve
Does it do anything
The syrup that I pour
It always seems to disappear
But I give more and more
But one time I made you smile
And that's worth more than can be said
Birthday cards get thrown away
That doesn't mean they don't get read
And at least there is a practical application for kindness
And I don't need to get what I give
Sometimes I think it'd be nice to get rewarded
But I like pouring syrup in a sieve
But my tongue is made of lead
All clumsy and peculiar
Are the honied words I said
My words melt in the morning
Cause in the morning it rains
The water strips away the sugar
Til just peculiar remains
My mama said to do unto others
As you'd have them do for you
But I've been told I'm kind of needy
So there's a lot for me to do
And I could pretend there's a glamorous application for kindness
And I could pretend that you get what you give
And I could pretend that I will be recognized
And I'm not just pouring syrup in a sieve
It rains every morning
And almost every night
And yet I never see it coming
And I never get it right
My mama said to do unto others
As you'd have them do for you
Sometimes it feels like the others
Don't give as much as I do
And I could pretend there's a pragmatic application for kindness
And I could pretend that you get what you give
And I could pretend that I will be rewarded
And I'm not just pouring syrup in a sieve
Does it do anything
The syrup that I pour
It always seems to disappear
But I give more and more
But one time I made you smile
And that's worth more than can be said
Birthday cards get thrown away
That doesn't mean they don't get read
And at least there is a practical application for kindness
And I don't need to get what I give
Sometimes I think it'd be nice to get rewarded
But I like pouring syrup in a sieve
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Writer(s): Grafton Frazer Downs, Matthew Sablan, Mirabai Jyothi Kukathas, Thaddeus Turner
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