Promised Land

I haven't found an illusion
That works for me
I haven't found a common ground
That stays beneath my feet
I'm in sinking sand
And the Promised Land
Is barely a mirage
Too small to fall apart
And God is still a man
And I'm still fearful of his plans

I haven't found a season
That splits my seed
I feel the corners curling here
Between my sheets
Dressed in cotton wool
A baby tooth a plastic pearl
And when this pale chest is full
I'll pluck you out song
And you can sing along

I cut of all my hair to find the boy in me
I twisted up my legs to hide the best of me
I'm a greedy girl
And my limbs are full
Why don't you come into my room
And see what you can use