Текст песни Cleaning Basil Out of the Pool - Topiary Creatures

You can swap cleaning basil out of the pool, or feeling lost at potluck
For squinting eyes at the beach to see you
It's a two-bedroom brain
The lives are furniture
You have to trade

Watching ants move around a stick feels sacred
But not like that stomach ache outside Dayton
You gave me great advice, and I didn't take it
It's a two-bedroom brain
Pick one scent of love
Three textures of pain

Time handles out memories like some shit on a shelf
Let me deal with clutter; I can prove it wrong
Time's tossing out memories like some junk at a yard sale, trying to get paid
Just don't force my hand, I know I have to trade
I know I have to trade

I'm no bird of the air, I'm no lily of the field
And I'm not quite God
I don't know their lives, I don't know their songs

(This cereal's a distraction)
I'm no bird of the air (As much as my phone is)
I'm no lily of the field (Has anyone ever spent time alone?)
And I'm not quite God (It's impossible)
I don't know their lives (Staring in my head at it's voices and it's wires)
I don't know their songs (So eloquently dangling carrots to keep the real thing at large)
(This cereal's a distraction)

If you sit still (As much as my phone is)
You can feel the Earth (Has anyone ever spent time alone? It's impossible)
(I need privacy) Collecting dust (Staring in my head at it's voices and it's wires)
(So eloquently dangling carrots to see the real thing at large)
(There's a holographic pain) (This cereal's a distraction)
(As much as my phone is) If you say so (It's always self-sacrifice)
Has anyone— (No one forced me to be here)
Are you picking up what I'm not? (Staring in my head at it's voices and it's wires)
(Collecting dust)
(So eloquently dangling carrots) No one forced me to be here
—If you can't live with yourself? Ah-ah (To keep the real thing at large)

I'm no bird of the air
I'm no lily of the field
And I'm not quite God