I awoke with fingers broken, face down in my garden
As the smoke rose I felt my heart begin to harden
Drowning in the whites of the margins, so a day spent in the red
Results in tumultuous ocean waters like tsunamis in my head
And I want to say that I'm sorry to my mom and to my dad
Cause my art's not ripe for harvest, and I've been fucking things up bad
Yeah my heart remains unguarded: a target for scuffs and dents
So bury your head in the sand
Swallow the salt and cough up the seeds I need to cultivate this land
Cause I can't meet demands
Bury my head in the sand so I never hear your voice again
And I remember the warmth of your neck in my hands when I broke your olive branch
I just can't settle on something permanent
Sifting through soil to find the terminus
Good for nothing invertebrate
So bury your head in the sand
Swallow the salt and cough up the seeds I need to cultivate this land
Cause I can't meet demands
Bury my head in the sand so I never hear your voice again
And I remember the warmth of your neck in my hands when I broke your olive branch
I just can't settle on something permanent
Good for nothing
So bury your head in the sand
Swallow the salt and cough up the seeds I need to cultivate this land
Cause I can't meet demands
I'll bury my head in the sand so I never hear your voice again