Backyard - Leggy

In the backyard I say a prayer for

All the little creatures, they thought I was their mother

Every day I make a wish on

All my lucky numbers, I see sequences and patterns

And with my diet coke, I take a heavy dose

It gets me really close

Like a baby smoking cigarettes

Or a lash against the cornea

You are abrasive and offensive

I really gotta stop rewarding ya

In the daytime I rationalize

Or blame it on the season or blame it on my star sign

In the nighttime, laying down

I’m replaying every reason second guessing and repeating

And with a heady stare, you say there’s nothing there

Ask why I talk to air

Like a baby smoking cigarettes

Or a lash against the cornea

You are abrasive and offensive

I really gotta stop rewarding ya