Bad Seeds

I lit a fire with a dead man’s matches 

And I drank his wine and toasted his good fortune 
I inhale that cigarette smoke 
Well I’m a liar, ‘cuz this ain’t tobacco 

And all these words turn to dust in my mouth 
And they stay there like and aftertaste 
I cannot spit out 
I’m not sure… What it is about me 
It’s so hard to tell the truth 
Do you think I get that from you? 

‘Cuz I do 
Because I do. 

Apples… and trees… 
Dysfunction sprouts out of me just like leaves 
And if you hold onto me 
Then we’ll grow together 
We’ll grow 
We’ll grow 

Apples… and trees… 

Who else to blame but the root for bad seeds  

Now let go… of me 
Or we’ll grow together 
We’ll grow 
We’ll grow  

I’ve been runnin since the 
Day that I was born and 
I cannot remember 
What it’s from or towards 

 but 

I can feel it in the comedown 
There is somewhere I should be by now 

~Musical break 2 cycles~ 

Some people wonder if they’ll make it to the top 

Mostly I wonder who I am to try and leave the bottom 

Nobody told me I could make it this far 
And I’m not bitter mama, I’m just being (I’m just bein') Honest 

Hey, mama I’m just being honest 

Because 

I’ve been running since the day that I was born and 
I cannot remember what its from or towards but 
I can feel it in the comedown 
There is somewhere I should be by now 

Apples… and Trees… 

Apples…  and Trees…

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