cynth (cynthtastic) wrote,
cynth
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Track 12

got a garden of songs where i grow all my thoughts
wish i could harvest one or two for some small talk
seems like i'm starving for words whenever you're around
nothing on my tongue so much in my ground
nothing on my tongue so much in my ground

half the time i got my gaze trained on your motel door
fourth door from the end
rest of the time my gaze lays like a stain on the carpeted floor
if it weren't for my brain i'd go over and make friends
too bad about my brain 'cause i'd like to make friends

see the little song bird unable to make a sound
even though she follows her words from town to town
we both got gardens of songs; maybe it's okay
that i am speechless because i picked you this bouquet
yep, sure am speechless, but i picked you this bouquet


I do so love this song. It makes me happy for some reason. I think my favorite bit is "if it weren't for my brain i'd go over and make friends / too bad about my brain 'cause i'd like to make friends." I feel like that a lot. I'm kind of goofy.
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