To uproot a dandelion is to kill a weed/dream
And nothing you say can change that, issa fact
My youth was still intact when we laid there on the couch at ******* birthday party
Near but distant, close yet far
And I still don the scars of what we lost but a year ago
And it's all good, I don't mean to bring it up, but it's something you should know
Hickory, dickory, dock, keep your eye on the clock
When that shit strikes one a mouse runs down
Like he has somewhere to be
Poor thing
Wonder what's got him so shook
Tiny boy
