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you got plants in your head
now
nobody would call you
dangerous
just a little
overgrown
now
you can claim
they’re all mistletoe
for lovers
but
now
nobody can claim
you’re dangerous

try to contain my
breath
cause I’m spitting up
pieces of dirt
and moss
you can claim
I’m growing a garden in my head
but
I’ll claim
I’m
not dangerous

try to contain
try to contain

if we held on too long
if weeds infested
our gardens
would we say anything

did I hold on too long

now
now
we can claim we’re
dangerous

or home together

I promise to dull my shears

can you do the same

can you do the same

can you do the same