Emerald front lawn
Comforting like a blanket
Covering like a mold
Emerald front lawn blades
Cut a shape of what I was
I was soft, I was shy, and I was cold
See the sowing of awful seeds
That grow into awkward breeds
See the rain, see the torture rain
That keeps them inside of the steel
See the rain, see the torture rain from inside
You don’t have to feel what you don’t want to now
Emerald front lawn
Seems to me more like an island
I’d swim out but I can’t
So I’ll just become the island
Burning hot, I am the white of the sand
And you can walk all over me
Forming the shape of me
Along with chemicals, so I only feel half-right
Chemicals of the prescriptive kind
Chemicals my brain releases when I die will make me see lies
See the rain, see the torture rain
That keeps them inside of the steel
See the rain, see the torture rain from inside
You don’t have to feel what you don’t want to now
What you don’t want to now
What you don’t want
You want to fit in to perfect straight skin but your heart won’t fold