Omens

I can't tell if I'm down to earth, or if I just walk around a lot
Sometimes there are omens, and plants that grow where there's nothing left

One dead crow on the bricks lining the cliff on the side of the street
I can't tell if I'm doing great, til I see my friends, I've had since I was a teen
Sometimes there are blackberry seeds in my teeth
I'll dig 'em up, or chew them up, or spit 'em out

I grin like an opossum when you get close to me
I'll wrap my tail around you
I can't tell if I'm feeling pain or pleasure, it's all the same
I just know I'd hold your hand when you need it

Buzzed the hair from atop my hair
Left some hair long in the back
I can't tell if it's the people or the place, but either way, I will be okay

One dead moth on the stove, flying too close to the flame
I don't spend too much time thinking of what could've been
I'm just making moves for what could be