we picked august off the vine
trapped a frog inside a jar
I broke too hard and fast
soared above my handlebars

I will stop showing up if it means
better things will come
I will make my grave lay in it
bury my green thumbs

can you misunderstand me
a little more sweetly
there’s still a few hours left in the day

cuz I don’t know how to cry
anymore discreetly
traffic stops in my neural pathways

now I am afraid of bikes
the ditch at the street’s end
the red death I’m roaring towards
the sirens apprehend

can you misunderstand me
a little more sweetly
there’s still a few hours left in the day

cuz I don’t know how to cry
anymore discreetly
traffic stops in my neural pathways

when I misunderstand you
I’ll call it a breakthrough
tell myself you still want me around

when I misunderstand you
I’ll call it a breakthrough
tell myself you still want me around

but illusions are safer
when made out of razor
so I’ll stay out your way and shut down

can you misunderstand me
a little more sweetly
there’s still a few hours left in the day

cuz I don’t know how to cry
anymore discreetly
traffic stops in my neural pathways