Because your eyes are always better than mine And mine don't fit right in the sockets You could try I always grasp them too tight Your flowers built better In my mind I imagine mine It's always different when I show it out loud
I want my eyes to be difficult to see The shape of something not invited Something uninvolved Unsolved Because everyone's eyes are the most important And fit so right in their sockets I want mine to fit anywhere Your flower grows better So I just want each part kept safe in a different point in time I hate him I hate him He's not me and I hate him There's a kid in there somewhere scribbling solutions so easily I've lost custody