GRAVEL ROAD

just mow the grass
the damn greenside short crop

what we want is a crew cut
we have to lower the blade

the rain is another reason
to dread growth or soak

this is not chirstmas again
this is not xmas again

i am hiding behind a chair
i am losing my mind

everything is a story
that no one is telling

i think i am happy
then i think less

what i am wanting
is just a nothing

i don't want to see
where this is going

there are no trees here
most of the places you go

so stop shading the grass
growing

the way you look at me
makes up for all the death i will know

the grass is growing
the grass is growing

i will never tell  you there is anything better
because i don't know