Small Poppies - Courtney Barnett

I stare at the lawn it's Wednesday morning

It needs a cut but I'll leave it growing

All different sizes and all shades of green

Slashing it down just seems kind of mean

In a way it's a shame you get away

Thinking it's just a game

Who am I to deny myself a pawn for you to use

At the end of the day it's a pain that

I keep seeing your name

But I'm sure it's a bore being you

I don't know quite who I am

Oh but man I am trying

I make mistakes until I get it right

An eye for an eye for an eye for an eye for an eye

I don't agree with that

Why can't we just talk nice

Oh the calamity

I wanna go to sleep for an eternity

Who am I to deny myself a pawn

Oh the humanity

I wanna disappear into obscurity

But I'm sure it's a bore being you

I don't know quite who I am

Oh but man I am trying

I make mistakes until I get it right

An eye for an eye for an eye for an eye for an eye

I used to hate myself but now

I think I'm alright

I don't know quite who I am

Oh but man I am trying

I make mistakes until I get it right

An eye for an eye for an eye for an eye for an eye

I dreamed I stabbed you with a coat hanger wire