Words turn into flowers into paper
Into plastic cups
That tie around a figure that was planted
In the snow
And often is the case when you have set
Yourself specific goals
You spaz out in mid sentence and you mind is
Gripped in fear, fear
I know you're bored
Lets take a walk
Bring the dog
Be resolute, be forthright, be indicative
Of all that's black
And futuristic sea creatures that nibble
At your toe
A patch of blue, a patch of dirt, a patch of prime
A patch of white
A path through time that's held like that because
You're bored
A patch of blue, a patch of dirt, a patch of prime
A patch of white
A path through time that's held like that because
(Bored)
You're bored
We're better off
Well shake that cough
It's not so bad
Okay, it's worse
So keep your bread and mandolins
Your fiddles
And kept up with those you love because the benefits
Are great
The rinse you find the path you grind
Distorted like a condiment
Or feisty cast of characters, de facto
Sans secure
If god begat the Mormon into laymen
Into brethren
Into birthdays into cardinals
And liars
Take it off, pleases leave it on
There is a place, I have a twitch
There is a mustache, there is a cap
There is a wreck, there is a house
What's wrong with that?

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