I cried all the way
All the way to the crying room
I tried not to stay
A stick tied with straw tried not to be a broom
Chisel chisel stone stone
An optimistic beast
Tried to be more than just a creature
Stood up on two feet
And broke them both under the weight of its own nature
Chisel chisel stone stone
You can hurt me for free
Circa 2020
You can hurt me for free
Circa 2020
You can hurt me for free
Circa 2020
But come 2021
You’ll have to carve me away
