we rolled up the rugs

We busted the bunk bed
We all do what Anne says
Tore down the paper
rolled up the rugs
Brass dish stuck to it
Spread out melted candle
Some had spilled out on top (of the)
Half grand piano
I sat at the bench for while
Then we strapped the lid shut

Once the old ball gets rolling
The old ball gets rolling
That old rolling ball doesn't stop
You end up getting fooled by the simplest equations
If you're smart
You start making stuff up

dig enough holes
Put up enough houses
A mountains no longer a place
Haul off what's been holding
Cut down something living
You gotta live you gotta live with mistakes

Tiny white flowers
Endowed with power
power to judge
power to save
see something like that
Growing up out of a crack
Power
in the ugliest place
ma knew to look when she needed to look
She Saw what she needed to see
pa never new when to sit down
Or shut up
Theres more pa than my ma in me

We all do what Anne says
Busted the bunk bed
rolled up the rugs
Drug em out to the street
Brass dish stuck to it
Spread out melted candle
Not one of us ever learned
to play the piano
How hard could it be to play the piano
I sat down and looked
Down at the keys