i’d be the fuzz on your peach

if you wanted me to

we could live a soft life

two kids & a farm will do

cows, horses, chickens

and a garden that’s true

chase eachother by the river

climb a tree or two

i yearn for a soft life

with two kids and you...

when the world gets too loud

and my weary bones beg for rest

home is where i go

is where i feel best

every little trinket, book, and poster i see

eases my troubled mind

my room is a reflection of me

so this is where i’ll stay and rot

this is my hiding place

i like it a lot...

id be the night sky

your morning dew

the honey in your tea

your piece of gum to chew

chew me up and spit me out

i don’t care if you do

i would be anything

even though you don’t want me to...