Cry with lovers
When Fern let’s go
The Heartbreaking beauty
Of being small
No pleasure without hurt
So pick good poison
Get used to taking turns
And leave my island
All bridges burn
So hit the road
Don’t listen to them telling me where to go
I never really learn
Until my heart gives up on timing
Clouds remind me of
My mother’s voice
Redwoods stand silently
As I hear her ghost say
Theres no fishing without worms
So pick good boyfriends
Get used to taking turns
At cooking breakfast
All bridges burn
So hit the road
Don’t let those fuckers tell where to go
It’s not always gonna work
But it feels better to let somebody in