trees will make a forest
trees will make a boat
these are all the harder
words youl have to know
leaving from her family
she threw a fit
now shes got a brick house
theres no children in it
cars are little blood cells
we are oxygen
city is the airways
suburbs appendages
she was feeling lonely
she left her hive
drove right down to texas
and brought her pride
little cities names are labeled on no maps
tied her up and laid her on the train tracks
