Young Man Blues

There's lots of outdoor smells

And the sky's hung really well

Against the canopies of trees

Those cartwheels helped you get those dirty knees

And there are a thousand blades of grass

And they're sticking in my back

I'd like to be a blade of grass

I'd like to stain your pretty dress

I'd like to, for once, be liked the best

I like when you look a mess

There's a thousand words in my brain

A thousand words thought in vain

Because they're words that I'll never say

Because I don't want you knowing that I think this way

You skipped class

I skipped work
You're a field of flowers in full bloom
I'm a jerk

There are a million fucking trees

What makes that one better than these?
They all help you to breathe
They all keep you at ease

And I wish that a fucking tree

Could give me that kind of peace