All These Trees
When you're told about the landslide
On the front end
Is it fair to cry?
When you see some old [?]
Do you dare to try
Oh no, oh no

All these trees aflame in cellophane
Slip a film strip through the membrane
It's pulling backwards through the feeder
And that's a good thing
It's pulling backwards

Why do you try to hide it from your old man on the front porch
You can't fool the fool
I can see you smiling, laughing, waving, pointing at me
From across the pool
It's true, It's true

I'm not scared to say I'm not okay
But I'm terrified to stay this way
I'm not afraid to say I need her
And that's a good thing
It's pulling backwards
I'm not scared to say I'm not okay
But I'm terrified to stay this way
Afraid, afraid, afraid, afraid

I'm not scared to say I'm not okay
But I'm terrified to stay this way
Ashamed, ashamed, ashamed, ashamed

I'm not scared to say I'm not okay
But I'm terrified to stay this way
Afraid, afraid, afraid, afraid

I'm not scared to say I'm not okay
But I'm terrified to stay this way
Ashamed, ashamed, ashamed, ashamed