you get credit for hangin' in
against evil tides

you get credit for not believin'
all of my lies

but gardens

gardens
give birth

and never die
without leaving a whiff
or a float of themselves
behind

i sneaked down 2nd Avenue tonight
i get away with it every time i try

if i told you every thing i felt
and why
i don't belong to where you are
some other garden'd grow
inside of you and spell the reasons out
before i mouthed them out

i feel and i am gone

but gardens

gardens
die off

still never grow
without leaving a whiff
or a float of a life
behind
 

you get credit