Whispering to dragonflies

And mixing apples with peanut butter

Twice as many stars up in the sky

And more people talking to each other

Outside, soon you'll come to find

The moon matches all the whites in our eyes

All the same, I know this week will fade, rainy days

Only really got the cycle to blame

Finish work, always in the dirt, but it wash off

Hammer to the game, make it break like asphalt

Pink thorns from the green stem, sharp? I can't tell

Dull to the metal, threw my keys in the wishing well

Yellow teeth, crest white paste make my mouth bleach

Sticky fingers got me feeling like I'm holding ice cream, Icing

Blew away the air, like the blue wind

Don't get to choose when we start but we always begin

Mirrors on my fingers, as above so below

I'ma walk till my feet hurt, and walk til I don't

My fingers turn yellow and my nails start to grow

Trails growing longer as I start to walk home

Ghosts in my backpack and spirits on the phone

Sleepwalk to my bedroom, awake in the cold

Eight feet tall, there's something I want to ask and know

Why do my teeth turn yellow but my fingernails don't?

Forgive me, all the trees forgive me

And the rocks on the sand form mouths and start talking

Saying, "If you walk this path you can never go back"

But I got nothing to lose, so I walk on the sand

Winding through the forest, turning a left and a right

Lord please forgive me cause I think it's time

I'm a thousand miles away from anyone, out of sight

Let my chest concave and my eyeballs dry out

Something in the water, spring valley, makes my throat itch

Scent from my childhood reaches me then it vanish

Take the time for the grace, thankful that my life's working

Dropping off my friends, I'm so thankful for my family

Recall my grandpas house and the hot metal swing set

Going down the metal slide was sure to burn my hand in

Shit I used to hate, now I wish I could go back then

Oh to have the innocence we had as children

Split at birth, like born into two

Feel the hairs on my arms stand up at you

Unsettled by the earth, feel the beauty, see the false too

Deadpan living state, scooped up like a vacuum

Little things, notice pores open on my flesh now

Brush my teeth three times, the stones don't wanna white out

Two rights equal a wrong, why does it cancel out?

Feeling too old, asking God to please put me down

Mirrors on my fingers as above so below

I'ma walk till my feet hurt and walk til I don't

My fingers turn yellow and my nails start to grow

Trails growing longer as I start to walk home

Ghosts in my backpack, and spirits on the phone

Sleepwalk to my bedroom, awake in the cold

Eight feet tall, there's something I want to ask and know

Why do my teeth turn yellow but my fingernails don't?

Forgive me, all the trees forgive me

And the rocks on the sand form mouths and start talking

Saying, If you walk this path you can never go back

But I got nothing to lose, so I walk on the sand

Winding through the forest turning a left and a right

Lord please forgive me cause I think it's time

I'm a thousand miles away from anyone, out of sight

Let my chest concave and my eyeballs dry out