songs i've written or whatever

Jardin

I fell so hard I skinned my knees

Hot tears running down my dusty cheeks

That weeping willow, she’s a laughing at me

Dancing and swaying in the summer breeze

I swear these statues they can see

The marble a pretense of reality

Dainty fleurs are bloomin an’ dancing,

With the field mice under their feet

A man sits behind his pipe and news

Moths flying outta his pocket

He looks like a ghost in a hat

He looks right through me

I fell so hard I skinned my knees

Hot tears running down my dusty cheeks

That weeping willow, she’s a laughing at me

Dancing and swaying in the summer breeze

I’ve developed a diversion to models

And tall Slavic blondes

They’re all crazy anyway,

Or maybe it’s me

It sits in my mouth like metal

Those years of loves lost

The road ahead untraveled,

My knees to weak to walk

The statue reaches down,

And she whispers

The willow extends me her hand,

“we’ll get there together, my child.

Most days you already have.”

That weeping willow, she’s a laughing at me

Dancing and swaying in the summer breeze

Well that weeping willow, she’s a laughing at me

Dancing and swaying in the summer breeze