By the time I made it home, the garden had turned to weeds and everyone who lived there was becoming unhappy
I want to move all the snails and flip over every bug that's stuck on its back but I'm fucking powerless and that's okay

It's okay to ask for help sometimes
It's okay to laugh at yourself all the time because
Even if you're the feeder of every bird in the neighborhood, you're still a symbiotic wreck like the rest of us left here

The slide held up to the light, the place I never want to come back to
The slide held up to the light, the place I never want to come back to