Remo P.M. - Mulch lyrics

Center me with some calm breathes Centipede to the porch left The weather seems quite unfortunate Better be incredible with the torch Went round the block to calm the nervous You know she purge dust And I spout, flush And I brush rust And I lust, blush Hair brushed, teeth and nails lush But now there's no such sting Golden fields in the Fostex That feeling better than that phone s** Dispel a lone breathe Comatose on the sofa Gripping rib cage, melodrama, loafers stowed Solo, want a blow for blow? Emotions polar to that mistletoe Did I miss a note? Crows, vultures circle Crawling, lurking, sulking Focused on that plasma surge But I'm I hurt beneath the surface So purple colored vocals go, like... And there's no where left to go We're nearing the end of the road On that dark Monday, as you walked away We watched the sunset From the balcony And tried not to let it fade To distant memory Crow's feet scratch the dome Left home, while the sun still shown Gardens groomed Invitational affair Crustacean gripping long, cold stare Take a tumble, ankle snared Bear in mind we're almost there Self care, self help Start to wonder if I can no longer relate Distance growing like a road trip Are we there yet? Your's as good as my bet About a mile left Until the air's tickled sweet Cherry blossoms at my feet Are these my new clothes? Am I hitting new lows? If the shoe fits, put the work in And make it back to the top I'll make it back to the top! But inside I'm really not (x3) And there's no where left to go We're nearing the end of the road On that dark Monday, as you walked away We watched the sunset From the balcony And tried not to let it fade To distant memory Make a melody, from a malady Battle me and I'll put you where the rats be Satisfaction guaranteed, but you could bury me I'll be back in a snap to rattle enemies It's just my false bravado Can't come to terms with reality So I aim to pen a lethal injection Administered to those who challenge me This tough talk s**s, I need a sadder beat Because I ponder, til' my concentration topples And I adopt that cornered dog logic With the hackles mowhawking up the back Toes up, when this reflection shows up You better know what's up, but... Who the f** am I kidding The hourgla** been up ended for a second And I bury one last seed in the Earth Urn of ashes fresh burned, sprouts burst From the mulch towards the sunburn The scent of dew fills the air And I gave them one word...