Microwave Safe Songtext
von Cud Eastbound

Some people flow like water on the tiny hairs of an African violet
And when I have a child, she′ll grow up
Soul playing in the dirt, not pavement
And if the day ever comes where I lose my bones giving in to habit
I'll bite my lip and with a drip of
Red, I′ll paint your perfect portrait
And it will be signed by my hand
Scratched out by a man who envies the time
Spent to self-reflect on all the self-
Destruct and all the stupid stuff I do

Just to try and understand my place is not ready-made, microwave-safe

While I try and comprehend why I'm so fixed
And bent on making the same mistakes, and

Ah-ah, well, slow as things may go
Ah-ah, well, I still, I still need to know
Ah-ah, well, slow as things may go
I still need to know


'Cause I don′t know nothing of, and nothing don′t know me either
I'm just holding its hand in hope I understand, now understand
I can′t see through your eyes but I can try
But it won't make any difference, no, it makes no difference
′Cause the day wanes like paper airplanes in the morning
Falling away 'cause it′s been raining, it's pouring, yeah
And you always get what you decided to take
And it's been taking me, taking me, taking me too long, and

Ah-ah, well, slow as things may go
Ah-ah, well, I still, I still need to know
Ah-ah, well, slow as things may go
I still need to know, oh-oh-oh
Ah-ah, well, slow as things may go
Ah-ah, well, I still, I still need to know
Ah-ah, well, slow as things may go
I still need to know, oh-oh-oh

Ah-ah, well
Ah-ah, well
Ah-ah, well
Ah-ah, ah