decided to keep up the fawming-every-other-year tradition. this is a sister song to another thing called “words mean” which if you ask very very nicely i will show you

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learned to fight with my nails from an early age kept a knife in the closet grew accustomed to the rhythm of rage

it left me confused i can’t say what i mean i’m either hurting you or hurting me with nothing in between

so i try to find some less mean words can’t wrap my mind around you all these mean words mad defensiveness our swords could become plowshares and the this world could be our meadow-rue

oh beautiful beautiful beautiful world

against my better judgment i went out into the field after nightfall and i heard these voices whisper: “do you think i feel at home in this

beautiful beautiful beautiful world

i shouted “please be near me” but there came not a sound and all i could see was the big night sky and a great big pile of ash

oh beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful world