my heart became a drunken (lung) on the day i sunk in this shunt to tap me clean of all the wonder and the sorrow i have seen since i left my home my home on the old milk lake where the darkness does fall so fast it feels like some kind of mistake just like they told you it would just like they told you it would
when i came into my land i did not understand neither dry rot or the burn pile or the bark beetle or the dry well or the black ale
but there is another who is a little older when i broke my bone, he carried me up from the riverside to spend my life in spitting distance of the love that i have known i must stay here in an endless eveningtide
and if you come and see me you'll upset the order you cannot come and see me for i set myself apart but when you come and see me in California you cross the border of my heart
well, i have sown untidy furrows 'cross my (soul/soil) but i am still a coward content to see my garden grow so sweet and full of someone else's flowers sometimes i can almost feel the power sometimes i am so in love with you like a little clock that trembles on the edge of the hour only ever calling out "cuck-oo, hoo-oo, hoo-oo"
when i called you you little one in a bad way did you love me? do you spite me? time will tell if i can be well and rise to meet you rightly
when moving across my land brandishing themselves like a burning branch advance the tallow-colored, wall-eyed deer quiet as gondoliers
well, i wait all night for you in California watching the fox pick off my goldfish from their sorry, golden state and i am no longer afraid of anything save the life that here awaits
i don't belong to anyone my heart is heavy as an oil drum and i don't want to be alone my heart is yellow as an ear of corn
and i have torn my soul apart from pulling artlessly with (f..) commands some nights i just never go to sleep at all and i stand shaking in the doorway like a sentinel, all alone bracing like the bow upon a ship and fully abandoning any thought of anywhere but home my home sometimes i can almost feel the power and i do love you is it only timing that has made it such a dark hour only ever chiming out "cuck-oo, hoo-oo, hoo-oo"
my heart i wear you down i know gotta think straight keep a clean plate keep from wearing down
if i lose my hay just where am i going to lay?
for it has half who need to be hanging around you know Daphne (blue/blooming) out (the/a) (big/bit) (ground/brown) i'm a native too, but i'm overgrown i am sure my roots are near this (writ as wrote) here down in California