Seeds

I can see it now, you're gonna spiral down
 I'd like to shake this feeling
 But it sticks somehow
 And you wipe it off like a cold brush smear
 Like the stinking summer you can disappear
 You're still around
 Can't you swallow it down
 Well i'm so unsound
 Can't you figure it out?
 Well i know that you're only gonna find it's no big deal
 It kills me just to think that you're for real
 You're only one crack on the back of the last page
 And i'm nothing too
 All your twisted thoughts are falling at your feet
 Your mind is gristle and you can't speak
 I can wipe you off like a cold brush smear
 And like the stinking summer, you disappear
 You're still around
 Can't you swallow it down?
 Well i'm so unsound
 Can't you figure it out?
 Well i know that you're only gonna find it's no big deal
 It kills me just to think that you're for real
 You're only one crack on the back of the last page
 And i'm nothing too
 With seeds in the brain