I’m thinking too far ahead
But ‘now' is gone while you say it You’re not perfect
But I’m no perfectionist
When I come home
There are twelve in my shoes
One in my bra
The one I kept for you
Seeds seeds
They spin in twisters in the streets
On shiny days
Like they want to tell me Something
But I’m in a hurry
And I pretend I don’t see these
Seeds
In the streets
Seeds
Seeds Seeds
Plant a seed
Keep thinking you did
And it will grow
Real slow
Forget
And before you know
It’s a… Tree