Some people flow like water on the tiny hairs of an African Violet
And when I have a child, she'll grow up slow playing in the dirt and not on pavement
And if the day ever calls where I lose my bones, giving into a habit
I'll bite my lip, and with a drip of red I'll paint your perfect portrait
And it will be signed by my hand, scratched out by a man who envies time spent
Self reflecting on all the self destruction, all the stupid stuff I do
Just to try and understand my place is not ready made microwave safe
Why I try and comprehend why I'm so fixed and bent on making the same mistakes
Well slow as things may go
I still need to know
Because I don't know nothing no, and nothing don't know me either
I'm just holding it's hand, in hopes I understand now understand
I can't see through your eyes, but I can try
But it won't make any difference, no, it makes no difference
Because the day waists like paper air planes, in the morning
Falling wet 'cause it's been raining, it's pouring
And you always get what you decided to take
And it's been taking me, taking me, taking me too long
Well slow as things may go
I still need to know

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