the ink on my skin ft. Ari Sage Lyrics

It's not entirely behind me like an owls head

I can still smell the dread

Bones healed jagged so what's the point of seeing the medic

What so he can break them again?

I'd rather walk with a limp

I can handle my shit

I Need sweet spoils

I push seeds into soil

Pistachios on baklava

Roots dig into posthumous

all the world has to offer us

I prefer plants

I can't see people's expressions like a balaclava

I'm no cryptologist but they expect answers while the codes go even farther

I'm not looking for signs your Instagram story have you tried talking

Have you tried being honest?

Plants are easy to read

Easy to weed

I don't have to explain why my garden doesn't need them

It's a conversation of leaving

You can only learn so much from thinking

Let me explain my reasoning

Abscisic Acid helps you grow

Cortisol ought to the same but we'd rather swallow the lump in our throats

Sit in the room until the walls elope

tie our apical meristem up with rope

Before we even think about talking about the ache in the seat of our soul

Cold cold cold

Leave with what you think you know

The closest I can get to a plant is the ink on my skin

Ceci n'est pas une pipe

The veil is thin

But sometimes I think it's more vital than what's really within it