The greener grass grows where the wildfires fertilize
With ashes of sparrows, peppered moths, and butterflies
Ghosts of trees and termites bloom in the beanstalk

And if you get lightheaded when standing too fast
Is it from shaking out the weight of phosphenes and pasts
Salt deposits on warm little rivers that burst from our words

And god knows crying ain’t gonna change a thing
She said “take care,” but I take more than I bring.

She said “It just feels inhumane to lose this much”
Cause when you leave, you know you take more than your love
Just one week of cicada days we’re losing touch
And I know it just feels inhumane to lose this much.

Our nerves were braided under ceiling stars, they were all
Glow-in-the-dark, hanging over queen-sized 
Purple waves of ancient chemicals
Just whisper

Did you ever build with those endangered bones?
Well the ground looks soft enough to bury this now
Oh please, oh no.

And then my sponsor said “Do nothing. Nothing works.”
And then my doctor said “Don’t do that if it hurts.”

She said “It just feels inhumane to lose this much.”
Cause when you leave, you know you take more than your love.
The seasons of cicada days we can’t make up
And I know it just feels inhumane to lose this much.

Let all my red flags fade to white, yeah, I give up
Don’t let me leave, I’ll only take more than I gave. Okay, I’ll pack my stuff
Here at the end of days, my god, what have I done?
Christ now it feels damn inhumane to get all I've dreamed of

Keep coming back, it works if you work it
So work it, you’re worth it, it won’t if you don’t
One day at a time, tomorrow’s too late, amen.

"In case I make it,"

Cicada Days

In lipstick on the mirror, are the lyrics to my obituary
In iambic pentameter, followed parameter, crossing my eyes, dot my T's.
I was delivered holding scissors, I live deliberately, I’m a quitter.
And a winner anyway, cause I never agreed to participate in this game.
Won't follow my dreams cause they all got me waking up screaming
I can’t let them go for me, after all there is no “I” in team.

And I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal
I suggest that we keep this informal
Cause a normal human being wouldn't need
To pretend to be normal to be normal
Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya.
To be normal in a way I couldn’t be.
C’mon, c’mon, and love me normally

If I could live in third person, well I don’t think life would be much worse than it is
In the current tense, presently, this sentence ending in question marks or dot dot dot…
Is it courageous or escapist to leave the quarantine when you’re contagious?
It may just be a cold, and besides I don’t wanna get old yeah
I drank myself to death to be the afterlife of the party
When the afterparty came, I was rolling in my grave.

And I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal
I suggest that we keep this informal
Cause a normal human being wouldn't need
To pretend to be normal to be normal
Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya.
To be normal in a way I couldn’t be.
C’mon, c’mon, and love me normally

[Spoken]
Now this is the part of the song where I talk to my audience. I like to tell 'em there's something I want from you hep cats tonight. I want you to look to your left, look to your right, your 12 o'clock, three o'clock, six o'clock, nine o'clock, rock around the clock tonight. And I want you to find those points of no return, those singularities, those event horizons, those burning rings of fire in the beautiful pupils and the beautiful eyes of the beautiful boy, girl, neither, both, or in-between that you brought with you tonight. And I want you to tell 'em how you really feel.

I want you to tell 'em that you love the way that they don't stick out like sore middle fingers. That they crawl their way up the side of the bell curve, stick their flag in the peak, and slide their way back down. I want you to tell them that you love the way that they're not maladaptive, not malcontent, not malignant or maleficent, but rather that you love them exactly the way that everybody else is

I was nothing before so I couldn’t have asked to be born
I'll be nothing again, so what am I between now and then?
Is there nothing to fear? Cause shit's getting weird
So to God who made this man, you better have one hell of a plan.

And I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal
I suggest that we keep this informal
Cause a normal human being wouldn't need. No.
To pretend to be normal to be normal
Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya.
To be normal in a way I couldn’t be.
C’mon, c’mon, yeah, I said c’mon, yeah.
C’mon, c’mon, yeah, I said c’mon, yeah.
C’mon, c’mon, and love me normally

Love, Me Normally - Hawthorne Theater, Portland, OR

Marvin's Marvelous Mechanical Museum

The Whole World and You

(reposting because I wanted to correct a little detail)
Since many people (including me) prefer that part of the demo version (lately I've been wishing I were 5'5 weighing 99 wearing thigh highs) I decided to (try to) put the two together (the official version but replacing only THAT part with the part of the demo version). I made two different versions:
1) The first one has the official drums before the demo part starts playing
2) The second one already starts the demo part on the drums

Will Wood - I / Me / Myself (official+demo) v.2 (demo drums)

Outliars and Hyppocrates a fun fact about apples (Live Picnic at The Foul Rift) will wood

Your Parents Are Sellouts

Shutup You're Stupid

I just made this cuz it’s very nice to sleep to and the fucking musescore was pmo (if ykyk)

Will Wood - Well, better than the alternative Piano version :3

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