Propeller Seeds

Propeller seeds, corridor scene Talk on, walk out It took me a minute, My mind was on other things Oh, but you got me at "Paris" I must be coming down with Something to be thinking this What's happening here? I'm growing roots through my toes! And leaves from my fingertips, unfurl. Where does this story go? (Queue, food, drink up, continue) We float in tandem, Past name tags and shaking hands Immune to the hubbub of others. We're deep in discussion The party's on mute. Our bubble's got it covered. You want me? Well, you've got me. It doesn't have to be today. I can't believe I said that out loud. What's happening here? I'm growing roots through my toes And there are leaves from my fingertips, unfurling. What does this story know? Wedding rings and children Are all the good ones taken? Rickshaw, disco, goodnight kiss Oh, cold shower Calm me for sweet dreams of him Where does this story go? What does this story know? What does this story hold ...for us?