Two Little Pansies

I've kissed the groom or what would be
The equivalent standing
In their place of someone else’s wedding
I've cleared a room one at a time
Just to code in all my fancies
And I've seen that room from the awkward view of the singer of their house band
I've skipped a pebble kick
Down a brooklyn stream til i was sick
I keep burying acorns asking for something of me to be seen as labor
I only have so much skin to tattoo every note ive written
Were gonna get old no matter what
No matter what
No matter what

Two little pansies in twenty twisted blankets
Breathing until we see the glow from the lightbulb moving
Two little pansies in hundreds of little colors in the dirt that we reign higher than until we retire back again

Two little pansies in a bushfield full of thorns
Watching prince phillip cut his way through barely missing us
Two little pansies here because we want to
Thats where we got planted
Thats where we’ll greet you every spring

I've drunk a lake and made a house from all the fish there
And you nursed me in my long hangover
You always see my days
From the most uncanny gaze
Like you're a fly with a DSLR trying to remain level
I could slip and fall on your outside wisdom into the grass you lay across the beach that represents me
I'm just burning for your cinnamon
Windblown flowing scarves around a winter swing
In entertainment of a flock of pigeons who try and fail to leave us
And now were here and staring waiting til we fall asleep
Were gonna get old no matter what
No matter what
No matter what