Landscaper

To be tied to a wheelchair
Parachute round your neck
Out the plane and it opens
Empty with condescending jars of Blistex
Makers of the finest subtext
Well anyway the weathers nice
Like a spring day in July

Perfect chance for reflection
Time to separate facts
From your four walled opinions
That long to buy you shoes and comb your hair back
Launchpad on a one word contract
You almost lost everything
And we can't hear you sing

Chew your ice like a password
Many times worth the wait
Brace yourself for the wet look
Start clamping down the stars with duct tape
Let's get there without a landscape
The formula for hidden lakes
That's the time I hit brakes