Western Daughter - Pretty Little Tomb lyrics

Our brains are always drowning in petroleum I'm warped and cracking vinyl You're jet-fuel, all American And I'm stuck standing in impermanence It's rottin' It's goin' And if you had some liberation Could you make it back to work? Would you breed it? Or recede it? Tell me just how you'd make that work I saw you growing with the flowers outside of town And I was jealous of yr beauty So I cut you down Now there's a vase upon my table It's a pretty little tomb I could give you all my love but You still won't bloom I felt so ugly today I thought of our time out on the lake I made a gesture, it wasn't much But it was a gesture that I could make