Baby Spoon

I pick the baby spoon
It's just some thing I do
Eat the same breakfast foods
My favorite thing to wake up to

I walk an hour every day of every week
To keep myself from getting weak
Or maybe just to burn more calories, I
I'd like to say I'm in recovery
So I'm in recovery

I prefer to live amongst my friends
I bring the earth to meet their hands
From both ends burning candles
Dripping wax to seal our frayed ends
I'd like to say that I am happy
No catch this time, I'm really happy

Oh, it smells loud in here
Even out in the open air
I've grown a root in Willimantic, though I know
It's not the place that I was born it's where I go

My buddies moved out now
They're no longer in that house
But I still got a crowd
And I never mind to drive around

I sing my feelings all the time
It feels sublime to write in blood and not in wine
And weave my words into a tapestry, I
I'd like to say that I'm an artist
In every sense, philosophically, an artist

These days I'm feeling like the tree I'm said to be
"Prolific genius" fuck, the way I feel
You'd think I'd have a prophecy, I
I'd like to say that I am humble
In every earthly manner I am humble

Oh, it smells loud in here
Even out in the open air
I've grown my roots inside my bones
Although this body I still know is not a home
It's where I grow