A small potato that can't make a choice
Even so, from the bottom of his heart,
He knows it all come true but can't paint the vision well
Have both desire and inability
Wrong to know it do this and that and get in trouble
Want to feel it be stopped and cry to get and laugh
The strange balance of what he feels
This empty time that we don't feel
Wrong to know it do this and that and get in trouble
Want to feel it be stopped and cry to get and laugh
Break apart even time it's felt stain the
Learned to smoke cooled his head
Learned to drink speak the truth
Take drugs get out of the dark and so on...
Then after saving lot's of starch
And the potato learned the difference
Started growing buds started stretching roots
Learned how to, learned what to,
Learned the road, learned the view, then start drawing