Worms

I can't keep a plant alive
So tell me, how could I sustain the fire
You felt when I was being someone else on a stage?
I'm just a little worm with feelings
Covered in dirt and orange peelings
And my mates would say I'm a fan of beige

But I guess that worms do some good
When they're altogether in a group
And that's kind of how I feel about my band
This started as a love song, but changed direction
I'm still a worm, but upon reflection
We're gonna turn this farmers dirt into gold

I don't know much about fertilisers
But I'd say we're all getting wiser
Tending our brain gardens with a bit of love
Sure, there's weeds we'll yet cut out
And shit to mow out of our snouts
But we're all gonna earn our green thumbs

When I'm on stage and wanna cry
And run off and call my mum all night
One look at these worms has me feeling top shelf
They remind me that it's okay to laugh
And that all bad shows don't need to be dark
And if you don't think that's gold
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