Love, you hit the nail on the head of that dove
Love, you stuck a finger through the key hole in that beating mud
Love, you sucked the life out of me with that puckering bud
And I say hey
You're no longer sweet pea
Just sour and snowy to me
No more delicately
Singing out those words to me
And even so
Even so
I want to stop and give thanks
To the alien overlords
They brought us here on the back of a seed
It was the seed that sprung the roots
that grew the tree
We shake the branches and the leaves
I pluck the fruit that I want to eat
And so I stop and give thanks
They still brought you here to me
Hey, you sowed the seed of my heart in the month of may
Hate, sometimes you beg a broken hand to stay
Hey, it was just the stress that led my heart astray
And I say
You're no longer sweet pea
Just sour and snowy to me
No more delicately
Singing out those words to me
And even so
Even so
I want to stop and give thanks
To the alien overlords
They brought us here on the back of a seed
It was the seed that sprung the roots
that grew the tree
We shake the branches and the leaves
I pluck the fruit that I want to eat
And so I stop and give thanks
They still brought you here to me
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