Chapter 8

The woods get cold the moss grows mold Let's turn the page We both know what we both know So act your age I've been struggling to breathe Indiscriminate fits of rage My mother's hand A promised land It's lost on me A scrambled egg A piece of cake for your birthday This floral plate This dinner date But it's for three And the woods get cold the moss grows mold Chapter Eight You dream all day and you sleep all night What's two times three And Jack and Jill get up that hill eventually But the paint won't stick Cut my fingertips Praying to the God that you've become I'm sure it weighs a ton My mother's hand A promised land It's lost on me A scrambled egg A piece of cake for your birthday This floral plate This dinner date But it's for three And the woods get cold the moss grows mold Chapter Eight My mother's hand A promised land It's lost on me A scrambled egg A piece of cake for your birthday This floral plate This dinner date But it's for three And the woods get cold the moss grows mold Chapter Eight My mother's hand A promised land It's lost on me A scrambled egg A piece of cake for your birthday This floral plate This dinner date But it's for three And the woods get cold the moss grows mold Chapter Eight