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