Pine

I ... I picked this pine

Stuck in my side

I've made my head,

And there I'll hide my

Mouth a grin

My muscle taut

My mind is clear,

Devoid of thought

My... my mouth is red

The lies are real

And perfect as

The love I steal

You picked this pine,

Stuck in you arm

And then you just

Ran out of charm

I... I picked this pine,

Stuck in my side

I've made my head,

And there I'll hide my

Mouth a grin

My muscle taut

My mind is clear,

Devoid of thought

Now all the time

I hear you say

I wasn't meant

To be this way my

Noose is tied,

The slack is cut

I picked my pine

My stink is mine

I wasn't meant to be this way

My stink is mine.

I wasn't meant to be this way

My stink is mine.