Paid For
Mother, I don't like seeing you
Walking worry lines to their end
A crystal forms in the pressure and pain
And silences the loudness
There's a man selling flowers in the intersection
Knee deep in the sun's syrup and resin
And the day creeps, the mind squeaks
Trying to stave off its own presence
Don't ever pay for your painful
You got to get it for free
Taking tarnish and tangle
Making something to see
But it gets paid for, paid for, painful, painful
Paid for, paid for, painful, painful
Paid for, paid for, painful, painful
Paid for, paid for, painful, painful
Get me a plant that I can't kill
I'll get you an evening that you can't ruin
My hand is a stamp, my tongue is a lance
Cuttin' and blottin' at their incongruence
But a hand can't stamp itself, and a tongue can't stab itself
Anyone could be of use but I just need a little help
So divide the parts, apply the marks
And send it off like Christmas cards
Don't ever pay for your painful
You got to get it for free
Taking tarnish and tangle
Making something to see
I wanna lay with my lover
In the heart of the river
I just laughed at the weeds
You made dandelion tea
But it gets paid for, paid for, painful, painful
Paid for, paid for, painful, painful
Paid for, paid for, painful, painful
Paid for, paid for, painful, painful
Hateful, hateful, idol, idol
Handful, handful, child, child
Paid for, paid for, painful, painful
Paid for, paid for, painful, painful
