You terrify the land.
You are pestle and mortar.
You're first love's new order, mother nature's sun.
King of the everglades.
Population one.
I write poetry for myself.
I write poetry for myself.

(Oh, baby)

You're a permanent figure of jacked up sorrow.
I want you to love me.
You send me a coffin of roses.
I guess that's the way that things go these days.
Take pills, for instance.
I heard they're no good for you.
I won't and I never will.
She said, "I won't and I never will"
"I won't and I never will"
Blue eyes.

Oh, baby. Can't you see they had it in for me?
They had it in for me.
"I won't and I never will"
Blue eyes.

I sent a message in a bottle to the press.
It said, "Don't be ashamed or disgusted with yourselves."
"Don't be ashamed or disgusted with yourselves."
I thumb through the books on your shelves.
I've thumbed through the books on your shelves

Blue eyes.
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