Chapter 8
The woods get cold the moss grows mold
Let's turn the page
We both know what we both know
So act your age
I've been struggling to breathe
Indiscriminate fits of rage
My mother's hand
A promised land
It's lost on me
A scrambled egg
A piece of cake for your birthday
This floral plate
This dinner date
But it's for three
And the woods get cold the moss grows mold
Chapter Eight
You dream all day and you sleep all night
What's two times three
And Jack and Jill get up that hill eventually
But the paint won't stick
Cut my fingertips
Praying to the God that you've become
I'm sure it weighs a ton
My mother's hand
A promised land
It's lost on me
A scrambled egg
A piece of cake for your birthday
This floral plate
This dinner date
But it's for three
And the woods get cold the moss grows mold
Chapter Eight
My mother's hand
A promised land
It's lost on me
A scrambled egg
A piece of cake for your birthday
This floral plate
This dinner date
But it's for three
And the woods get cold the moss grows mold
Chapter Eight
My mother's hand
A promised land
It's lost on me
A scrambled egg
A piece of cake for your birthday
This floral plate
This dinner date
But it's for three
And the woods get cold the moss grows mold
Chapter Eight
Let's turn the page
We both know what we both know
So act your age
I've been struggling to breathe
Indiscriminate fits of rage
My mother's hand
A promised land
It's lost on me
A scrambled egg
A piece of cake for your birthday
This floral plate
This dinner date
But it's for three
And the woods get cold the moss grows mold
Chapter Eight
You dream all day and you sleep all night
What's two times three
And Jack and Jill get up that hill eventually
But the paint won't stick
Cut my fingertips
Praying to the God that you've become
I'm sure it weighs a ton
My mother's hand
A promised land
It's lost on me
A scrambled egg
A piece of cake for your birthday
This floral plate
This dinner date
But it's for three
And the woods get cold the moss grows mold
Chapter Eight
My mother's hand
A promised land
It's lost on me
A scrambled egg
A piece of cake for your birthday
This floral plate
This dinner date
But it's for three
And the woods get cold the moss grows mold
Chapter Eight
My mother's hand
A promised land
It's lost on me
A scrambled egg
A piece of cake for your birthday
This floral plate
This dinner date
But it's for three
And the woods get cold the moss grows mold
Chapter Eight
Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Gordon
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