Let Me Grow and You'll See the Fruit

By the balls of my feet, go somewhere, read something

Go for a walk, listen to something, hiccup, hiccup

Racing ahead, laser in, locked in, everyone else can go fuck it

I can do anything, say anything

Power

A whole day to spend

No limit, no restriction, no interruption

Tears squeeze out

Can watch this TV show for however long, Armstrong

No one coming along with a video call or a survey

Or a dick pic or a loud bang or a smell that comes up

You see, I'm afraid about my privacy

Can't get me anything bigger than a sample size

Wind up winch legs

It's April, next stop, Panini Island

Perhaps some day, even this

Such a short distance

You know, let me grow and you will see the fruit

Let me grow and you will see the fruit

Thank you, to me, for coming

(People move away from me) people move away from me

I constantly think there are spiders on me and around me

I enjoyed your gig, even though I thought there were spiders all over me

Thank yous every time (thank you)

Everyone can be very sexually attractive

I dearly want to make friends

I yearn for a friend who I can tell my secrets to

Why does the past hurt me so?

The world is laughing at me

I am such a disaster

(Everyday, I'm a shell)

A shell fallen down and dead

Curled, like a heavy, downy baby goose