Annuals

Green-leaf dawn implies
something sweet in mind.
But its still your fingers in my back pocket.
Makes me wonder why I sit here so tall,
and why I run from the walls.
Critters by the litter
come gushing out my eyes,
like fears yet worth the fright.
So, pour me a drink,
and Ill spill this dark ink.
Ill tell you its all for you,
but it aint its just my way of coping
with this bleary-eyed baby girl.
Well, its just my way of coping
with this bleary-eyed baby girl,
dying on my kitchen floor.
[But it aint its just my way of coping
with this bleary-eyed baby girl.
Well, its just my way of coping
with this bleary-eyed baby girl,
dying on my kitchen floor.]
[ Bleary-Eyed Lyrics ]