Seeds

Sun burns the sea Skin crumbling Into a little pile Blood clots the bleed Rain drowns the seeds For a little while I'm pleased to be Not be to please I turn to and I can't turn it around, around, around Saturday, it's all the same I change the weeds but they still grow It's sad to say, it's all a waste I dig the dirt back out the hole Unlearn, concern Take back what hurt Fight you in the end wouldn't call that being friends, would you? We could both pretend, but I wouldn't recommend we do Fight you in the end wouldn't call that being friends, would you? We could both pretend, but I wouldn't recommend we do Fight you in the end wouldn't call that being friends, would you? We could both pretend, but I wouldn't recommend we do Fight you in the end wouldn't call that being friends, would you? We could both pretend, but I wouldn't recommend we do