Planter Lyrics

A couple just quotes and a bag of beer, a good lord would take me out of here, but you're not good, you're bad. Can I get a crack at the worms that you have in your heart?

'Cause I got a compost going in my backyard and I'd throw 'em all in so they can start Doing their good work for the good earth, creating the smell that resides

Somewhere between the lines

I slept inside my mother's planter last night. I'm alright!

I slept inside my mother's planter last night

My hands smell like shit, and your perfume wafts off of the azaleas, I'm listening to MF Doom your designs. They feel just right as the temperature falls in the street

So I shiver a little bit and clutch for the heat 'cause the worms eat what I eat and we eat What they eat. SHIT! We're the same. I don't want to settle this one in your bed

No, never again!

So I slept inside my mother's planter last night. And all the little beneficial beings sang This poem song to me; I want you to hear it now

Out of death grows ripeness and gentleness!

Love's coming slow, but life's coming fast. I bled upon the bedsheets; the song's coming Out at last. Here's the purge. I've had this shit in my head since before I was born

And I was a boy, and I breathed the air; had a crush on this girl Cameron, so I kissed Emily's hair on the floor. Must have had no more than four years to my name

That's how I was taught to behave! And, oh, the shame

To see and never to find. That's the life that's been made for you

One kiss means nothing in time, but it makes the world less alien

No matter how many times you say, "Oh, I wish I could go back,"

This life is a fire in film, and your memory is a photograph

I lose it every evening just to bury it by day

Wax paper and the oiled cloth you gave me

If I'd have known there'd be a funeral for every inch for every kiss I gave

I'd have given none! Now I give nothing…

Out of death grows ripeness and gentleness!

So I slept inside my mother's planter last night