Buy a Pound, Smoke a Pound

Propagate your plants
The summers short and time is key in botany
And I'd like to see the fruits of my labor this year
It's not like I've spent all this time
Sowing seeds in perfectly straight uniform lines
To only root myself in trivial things that I just can't change

And we grow so slowly
We build ourselves back up
Only to be broken down

Prune the dead and dying leaves
The scintillating sun has plans, I'm kicking cans
Cuz I'd like to see some proliferation this year.
It's not like I've spent all this time
Digging holes in dirt and excavating my clouded mind
To only root myself in trivial things that I just can't change

And we grow so slowly
We build ourselves back up
Only to be broken down

The summers short and the winter sucks the soul out of me
Why can't I find a better place to hide?
Inside a static mind the story never ends
And it's clear to me now that even beautiful growth must die