Its Trespasser

You kicked the anthill You pulled the flower from its stem You plucked the feather You forgot to save There and then it's gone Memories of the one that got away You had a plan You had a lot of things that once mattered But the context Oh the context A place of fragility came into view There it was And you are a trespasser By the weight of your observation it is dissolved Gone Bubble burst (bubble burst) Salt to the slug (yeah) Fingers to the moth (fingers to the moth) But for what You kicked the anthill You cut the flower from its stem You plucked the feather You forgot to save There and then it's gone Memories of a song that got away You wrote the words down Then you went and lost them anyway A place of fragility came into view There it was And you are its trespasser By the weight of your observation it is dissolved Gone Bubble burst Salt to the slug Fingers to the moth (fingers to the moth, yeah) But for what (but for what)