"Theres bricks in the yard
falling where they flew,
I'm sure mom and dad
wont give a search for one or two.
Abandoned in the high grass, the trowel's left to rust.
Building is better but breaking is easy and I don't know which to trust.
I think there must be something wrong with me.
Like the path that goes unwatched among the very finest edge,
my eyes are all wide and my stomach distends."
Oh man, she's a genius at the highest levels. Yeah, it's gotta be about a broken family, but the imagery is amazing.
"Theres bricks in the yard falling where they flew, I'm sure mom and dad wont give a search for one or two. Abandoned in the high grass, the trowel's left to rust. Building is better but breaking is easy and I don't know which to trust. I think there must be something wrong with me. Like the path that goes unwatched among the very finest edge, my eyes are all wide and my stomach distends."
Oh man, she's a genius at the highest levels. Yeah, it's gotta be about a broken family, but the imagery is amazing.
I love you Jenny Owen Youngs.