Mother to Plants lyrics

broken tambourines and frosted trampolines fading into nostalgia so dizzy
where did all these warm nights go?
how did these hot summers fade so quickly to winter snow?
why are there bruises on my elbows?
i thought i was indestructible
what a stomach-punchingly low blow

tap my chest twice you’ll hear an echo
i hate that i used to feel special
where did it go?
spring used to bloom flowers but now they all hide
the foxes used to breathe with hopeful life but now they all starve and diе
used to wake up to birds singing, now they cry
i’ll hoard plants to feel likе the mother i’ll never truly be
decorate my room with more and more catastrophe
i promise you, despite my tears they compliment me

i want to dream of mountains but i cant see past the trees
id be able to feel if i hadn’t had so much building within me
as clock strikes night i’ll tie my hair up and fold myself like a pair of Levi’s to the side
i’ll go to sleep, collect dust and die,
a tumultuous life to get by when all is wanted is to hide
by the quiet in the countryside

guitar scars on my mothers hand
she used to sing to me
but now when i try to fill her shoes the note never lands
i’ll cancel before thinking of making any plans
i’ll close the door to the fire and wish for warmth
i’ll go outside in the mists of a god-forsaken storm
all because the dry air made my skin crawl
my brother used to be so tall, he would protect me
shame the child in me really thought he’d never leave
close my eyes, count to three,
cant believe i lost myself at thirteen

melancholy, my shameful birthmark
all written across my arms
tied to it like a balloon ‘round my finger
my friends are tired of the continuous blue
but if you’d look at my veins you’d understand
finally, wouldn’t you?


sprinklers, the sound of cabin wood
the echo of horse hooves
id go back there if i could
paint my shadow ‘cause nothing else can be covered
make something out of clay, i’ll build a lover
hope one day i’ll recover
broken melodies, autumn leaves all blow away like childhood beliefs
i’ll whisper to the ghost beside me that i’m fine
the only entity that would ever believe me,
probably due to the fact im unable to see its disbelief
shake the tree till you kill the roots
cry till you break the roof
scream till you slip though the noose
my life just seems to be a prolonged, never-ending and exhausting loop
an awfully timed comedic spoof
tap my stomach, you’ll hear a year-long echo
tell me to let go
i’ll pretend i’m deaf
i don’t want to accept the death of my depth
broken harmonicas, the tide is consuming California
it is morning somewhere and they know something
forests are burning, buildings are weakening


vinyl static, up in the forgotten attic
where love is fabric
and only alive in dramatic and vintage books and entertaining melodies
forever sleeping in hopes of being awoken in a state of welcoming glee