Walk with me sugar.
See what you wanna.
Is it broken and ruined?
Or beautifully vivid?
Pray tell, where's your border?
Is it fire or water?
Does it hurt when you say it?
Does it hurt when I touch it?
Sing with me sugar!
Be what you wanna!
Are you broken and ruined?
Or beautifully vivid?
Pray tell, where's your garden?
Does it bloom spring or autumn?
Do you cultivate pleasure?
Or prune away failure?
Hi there little honeybee,
Stay with me, don't you agree that
Flowers, toxic, poisonous,
Need loving like the rest of us?
With water, sunshine, compost, quicklime,
Sweat and blood and pesticide,
The thorny thing gets fertilized,
And warded from their hungry eyes.
Your garden here, this verdant mess,
Needs tender care and diligence,
To keep the rampant pests at bay,
To stifle out the weeds that plague.
But fret not for the sluggish flourish,
Bitter winter, slavish harvest.
Time is kind to those who wait,
For you, my dear, a boon awaits.