Plumb

I fell in love with the sun on my back
The sun on my back
Kicked all the mushrooms for all that I lack
Listened to Andy sing indecent songs about
Singing to no one

Find a fawn tree for a hart in the shade
Listen to flagpoles cut rhythms all day
Realize the job I do's making me
Scornfully spacial

But I'll
Have a dream
Of a head
On a string

I still, like, wonder if I'll ever grow
Ripen in rain like a plumb tomato
Tire of vines in the orchard
Fall free to the soul-ground

Life sweet like honey-black-flies on a bone
Turn up the old Nevermind for a stone
White three white knuckles and spit out
The truth I've been hocking

But I'll
Have a dream
Of a head
On a string
And all
It will mean
Will be haunted

It's a sign
It's a sign
It's a sign



Credits
Writer(s): Taylor Parnell
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