Harvest Mushroom

And the worst part about this is that you're not the person I thought you'd be Gotta stop believing in sirens and fairy rings A self proclaimed, half time pixie Asks a tree why he cannot move Except when there's a breeze Except when there someone else to Do it for him Why won't you do it for me Prime time for hitting someone with your car About time to be killing myself with your breath And the worst part about this is that you're not the person I thought you'd be Gotta stop believing in sirens and fairy rings His green thumb made flowers spring in her garden dreams of reality Even though he knew of the consequences Being so close to something that might do Nothing Don't do nothing for me I know what those hands can do Memories assure me all the same Reel me in with one last look Prick me with all of your thorns Curse my blood and bones I'll be cursing yours the same but I know that those hands are capable The love's still there just not the people