Cicada Days

The greener grass grows where the wildfires fertilize

With ashes of sparrows, peppered moths, & butterflies

Ghosts of trees and termites bloom in the beanstalk

And if you get lightheaded when standing too fast

Is it from shaking out the weight of phosphenes and pasts

Salt deposits on warm little rivers that burst from our words

And God knows crying ain't gonna change a thing

She said take care, but I take more than I bring

She said: It just feels inhumane to lose this much

'Cause when you leave you know you takе more than your love

Just one week of cicada days, wе're losing touch

And I know it just feels inhumane to lose this much

Our nerves were braided under ceiling stars

That were all glow in the dark, hanging over queen-sized

Purple waves of ancient chemicals just whisper

Did you ever build with those endangered bones?

Well, the ground looks soft enough to bury this now

Oh, please, oh no!

And then my sponsor said: Do nothing. Nothing works

And then my doctor said: Don't do that if it hurts

She said: It just feels inhumane to lose this much

'Cause when you leave you know you take more than your love

The seasons of cicada days, we can't make up

And I know it just feels inhumane to lose this much

Let all my red flags fade to white, yeah, I give up

Don't let me leave, I'll only take more than I gave

Okay, I'll pack my stuff

Here at the end of days, my God, what have I done?

Christ, now it feels damn inhumane to get all I've dreamed of

Keep coming back, it works if you work it

So work it, you're worth it, it won't if you don't

One day at a time, tomorrow's too late, amen