Just for a fraction of your heart, I'm gonna butcher your song
Want not be cut and cast apart or to play a role at all
I must have swept under the rug while eating all my fill
Any and all inheritance, taking and holding dearly still
But now the valley smell is getting hard to detect
Familiar pollens eloped with feather's long downwind
And I need to see them again
Just for a fraction of your heart, I'm gonna butcher your song
Not so I might recite a part or play a role, but let you know I am grateful
Fighting the second-handed myth of life autonomous
And finding 'help' is relative when needing all that I can get
But now the valley smell is getting hard to detect
Familiar pollens eloped with feather's long downwind
I may need to see them again
Calling to carpet magic, not the seat of my pants
Parking for no one and still expect to understand
Time would come, I'd never need you again
Let's have a night to be honest
For the first time in so long, I'm feeling welcome
I still wanna sharpen
Can we sharpen?
And stop harping on the fluff?