LYRIC

Mother, I don't like seeing you walking worry lines to their end
A crystal forms in the pressure and pain and silences the loudness
There's a man selling flowers in the intersection
Knee deep in the sun's syrup and resin
And the day creeps, the mind squeaks
Trying to stave off its own presence

Don't ever pay for your painful
You've got to get it for free
Taking tarnish and tangle
Making something to see
But it gets painful

Get me a plant that I can't kill, I'll get you an evening that you can't ruin
My hand is a stamp, my tongue is a lane
Cutting and blotting at their incongruence
But a hand can't stamp itself, and a tongue can't lance itself
Oh, I could be of use but I just need a little help
So divide the parts, apply the marks
And send them off like Christmas cards

Don't ever pay for your painful
You've got to get it for free
Taking tarnish and tangle
Making something to see
I wanna lay with my lover
In the heart of the river
I just laughed at the weeds
You made dandelion tea

But it gets paid for
Painful
Hateful, hateful
Idle idol
Handful, handful
Child, child
Paid for, paid for

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