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Cicada days

The greener grass grows where the wildfires fertilize
With ashes of sparrows, peppered moths, and butterflies
Ghosts of trees and termites bloom in the beanstalk
And if you get lightheaded when standing too fast
Is it from shaking out the weight of phosphenes
And past salt deposits on warm little rivers that burst from our wordsAnd God knows crying ain't gonna change a thing
She said take care
But I take more than I bringShe said "It just feels inhumane to lose this much
Because when you leave you know you takе more than your love"
Just one week of cicada days, wе're losing touch
And I know it just feels inhumane to lose this muchOur nerves were braided under ceiling stars
That were all glow in the dark, hanging over queen-sized
Purple waves of ancient chemicals just whisper!
Did you ever build with those endangered bones?
Well, the ground looks soft enough to bury this now!
Oh, please, oh no!And then my sponsor said "Do nothing, nothing works"
And then my doctor said "Don't do that if it hurts!"She said "It just feels inhumane to lose this much
Because when you leave you know you take more than your love"
The seasons of cicada days, we can't make up
And I know it just feels inhumane to lose this muchLet all my red flags fade to white, yeah, I give up!
Don't let me leave, I'll only take more than I gave
Okay, I'll pack my stuff
Here at the end of days, my god, what have I done!?
Christ, now it feels damn inhumane to get all I've dreamed ofKeep coming back, it works if you work it
So work it, you're worth it, it won't if you don't
One day at a time, tomorrow's too late, amen