DavidCrypt - Blue Baby Scissors
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Scent carried by the breeze slowly flies past me
Smells like a happy day, always reminding
But then it’s gone instantly, like shore foam from the sea
I replicate the feeling by smelling sap from the trees
Memory instilled in the certain scent
And there are lots of days wrapped in cheap plastic
Holding scissors by the blade, walking around safe
But you fell down either way
All way down the drivewayyy
There’s no use to lie when there’s nothing on the line
(Cut, cut, cutting up the paper)
And the caterpillar cocooning will be a butterfly
(Split, Split, Split down the middle)
And theres no use to cut paper drawings when they’re done
(Cut, cut, cutting up the paper)
Natures first green is gold, the hardest hue to hold
(Thou shalt love thy neighbor, like thou shalt have in grace)
There’s no use to lie when there’s nothing on the line
(Cut, cut, cutting up the paper)
And the caterpillar cocooning will be a butterfly
(Split, split, split down the middle)
And theres no use to cut paper drawings when they’re done
(Cut, cut, cutting up the paper)
And there’s no use to fold paper with no crease or holes
(God never hears my prayers, guess I should scream louder)
Brown soil of the summer I’m wearing cargo shorts
I used to step on the ants but now I know they’re worth more
Tracking mud in the house, I know youve done it before
Freezing cold juice box combats the warmth
Purple bonnie, bored, folding oragami yoda
Florida, hate the boredom in the summer, spring, it’s got me
Make crochet airplanes, burning paper, watch it wither, through the winter
Cut with blue baby scissors
Scissors
There’s no use to lie when there’s nothing on the line
(Cut, cut, cutting up the paper)
And the caterpillar cocooning will be a butterfly
(Split, Split, Split down the middle)
And theres no use to cut paper drawings when they’re done
(Cut, cut, cutting up the paper)
Natures first green is gold, the hardest hue to hold
(Thou shalt love thy neighbor, like thou shalt have in grace)
There’s no use to lie when there’s nothing on the line
(Cut, cut, cutting up the paper)
And the caterpillar cocooning will be a butterfly
(Split, split, split down the middle)
And theres no use to cut paper drawings when they’re done
(Cut, cut, cutting up the paper)
And there’s no use to fold paper with no crease or holes
(God never hears my prayers, guess I should scream louder)
Smells like a happy day, always reminding
But then it’s gone instantly, like shore foam from the sea
I replicate the feeling by smelling sap from the trees
Memory instilled in the certain scent
And there are lots of days wrapped in cheap plastic
Holding scissors by the blade, walking around safe
But you fell down either way
All way down the drivewayyy
There’s no use to lie when there’s nothing on the line
(Cut, cut, cutting up the paper)
And the caterpillar cocooning will be a butterfly
(Split, Split, Split down the middle)
And theres no use to cut paper drawings when they’re done
(Cut, cut, cutting up the paper)
Natures first green is gold, the hardest hue to hold
(Thou shalt love thy neighbor, like thou shalt have in grace)
There’s no use to lie when there’s nothing on the line
(Cut, cut, cutting up the paper)
And the caterpillar cocooning will be a butterfly
(Split, split, split down the middle)
And theres no use to cut paper drawings when they’re done
(Cut, cut, cutting up the paper)
And there’s no use to fold paper with no crease or holes
(God never hears my prayers, guess I should scream louder)
Brown soil of the summer I’m wearing cargo shorts
I used to step on the ants but now I know they’re worth more
Tracking mud in the house, I know youve done it before
Freezing cold juice box combats the warmth
Purple bonnie, bored, folding oragami yoda
Florida, hate the boredom in the summer, spring, it’s got me
Make crochet airplanes, burning paper, watch it wither, through the winter
Cut with blue baby scissors
Scissors
There’s no use to lie when there’s nothing on the line
(Cut, cut, cutting up the paper)
And the caterpillar cocooning will be a butterfly
(Split, Split, Split down the middle)
And theres no use to cut paper drawings when they’re done
(Cut, cut, cutting up the paper)
Natures first green is gold, the hardest hue to hold
(Thou shalt love thy neighbor, like thou shalt have in grace)
There’s no use to lie when there’s nothing on the line
(Cut, cut, cutting up the paper)
And the caterpillar cocooning will be a butterfly
(Split, split, split down the middle)
And theres no use to cut paper drawings when they’re done
(Cut, cut, cutting up the paper)
And there’s no use to fold paper with no crease or holes
(God never hears my prayers, guess I should scream louder)
