Kimya Dawson lyrics – Tree Hugger

The flower said, “I wish I was a tree,”
The tree said, “I wish I could be
A different kind of tree,
The cat wished that it was a bee,
The turtle wished that it could fly
Really high into the sky,
Over rooftops and then dive
Deep into the sea.

And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.
And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.

And the flower
Would be its offering
Of love to the desert.
And the desert,
So dry and lonely,
That the creatures all
Appreciate the effort.

And the rattlesnake said,
“I wish I had hands so
I could hug you like a man.”
And then the cactus said,
“Don’t you understand,
My skin is covered with sharp spikes
That’ll stab you like a thousand knives.

A hug would be nice,
But hug my flower with your eyes.”
The flower said, “I wish I was a tree,”
The tree said, “I wish I could be
A different kind of tree,
The cat wished that it was a bee,
The turtle wished that it could fly
Really high into the sky,
Over rooftops and then dive
Deep into the sea.

And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.
And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.

And the flower
Would be its offering
Of love to the desert.
And the desert,
So dry and lonely,
That the creatures all
Appreciate the effort.

envious

the sniffing of her hair with the morning ray showers over my shoulder, as i shield her from the heat. as i bushes her hair aside, her eyes closed tigther as she tried to take herself back into the night. all i want now, is just to look at her as she fake her sleep, and peep thru the side of her eyes, to see if i am looking her. as i put my palm on her shoulder, she cuddle up herself like a puppy feeling getting comfortable, trying to get back to slumber. morning, i say and she turns around and rest her face on my arm, as she tries very hard again to act asleep. rise and shine, sunshine. it’s time to go to work and i would see you again once we both face the cruel world, and wait anxiously as the clock ticks and again we will meet.

do you know me?

those words don’t seem to get into you ears, like air for your lungs, just that it’s all smell of crap. the raindrops whispered, while i look up into the dark clouds of my life. aimless, without a horizone. not even a silver lining behind those cottons of rain. all i ask is just a slim chance, the slightest possiblity there is someone out there that can even consider growing old with me.

i’m a fucked up person

i was watching girls stripped to their skin
while they mourned our closest kin,
the morning sky with the bright sunshine
dried up my tear-soaked face for a short time,
the van was full of joy and happy mood
while i faked my smile not to spoil the group,

the devil could celebrate with me like i’m in heaven
for my cold hearted act that will never be forgiven,
…

the mood is lost, the night is upon
the disablity to utter a single word
comes upon when the cold heart
no long need the body to act
good night…