I was a puff
I was a piece of dust
I was a piece of dust
Hold on to love
Too dumb to be unloved
Control disquiet dove
Some seeds unsung
Sprout up in patterned lungs
Climbed up to patterned tongues
We found the gun
But everyone was done
And everything was gone
Everyone's done
Everything's gone
Kid with a gun
Kills everyone
Privileged and some
Too dumb to love
Now everyone's done and everything is gone