Mow the Lawn
I'm floating right below the water
And you are trimming my feet and my head
So it'd be easier for me to collapse
Like you'd mow the lawn every week
I was 5 and in your bed and mostly scared
They'd been trimming my arms and my voice
As I was floating underneath the water
They want me to take brutalized limbs then march
But I'm floating right below the water, most of the time
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