thorn farmer lyrics – gridlink

first ring i ever drew still hurts the last thing i ever
telling myself just one more year until the last shovel
of dirt
spending forever doting on each circle of graphite
each fresh ring a hoop that marks my not p*ssing on

safe places are vaccuums, filling with sadness, without
plucked out of a patch of sun, i tried to refill you

wrapped in burlap
my first born dead

how many children do i have to bury before i am allowed
to end
why doesn’t the ghost speak, instead stare accusing

/ gridlink lyrics