Avant Gardener

I sleep in late

Another day

Oh, what a wonder

Oh, what a waste

It's a Monday

It's so mundane

What exciting things will happen today?

The yard is full of hard rubbish, it's a mess and

I guess the neighbors must think we run a meth lab

We should amend that, I pull the sheets back

It's 40 degrees and I feel like I'm dying

Life's getting hard in here

So, I do some gardening

Anything to take my mind away from where it's supposed to be

The nice lady next door talks of green beds

And all the nice things that she wants to plant in them

I wanna grow tomatoes on the front steps

Sunflowers, bean sprouts, sweet corn and radishes

I feel proactive, I pull out weeds

All of a sudden

I'm having trouble breathing in

I'm having trouble breathing in

I'm having trouble breathing in

I'm having trouble breathing in

My hands are shaky, my knees are weak

I can't seem to stand on my own two feet

I'm breathing but I'm wheezing

Feel like I'm emphysemin'

My throat feels like a funnel

Filled with weetbix and kerosene and

Oh, no, next thing I know

They call up triple A

I'd rather die than owe the hospital 'til I get old

I get adrenalin straight to the heart

I feel like Uma Thurman

Post-overdosing kick-start

Reminds me of the time

When I was really sick

And I had too much psuedoefedryn and I

Couldn't sleep at night

Halfway down high street, Andy looks ambivalent

He's probably wondering what I'm doing getting in an ambulance

The paramedic thinks I'm clever 'cause I play guitar

I think she's clever 'cause she stops people dying

Anaphylactic and super hypocondriactic

Should've stayed in bed today

I much prefer the mundane

I take a hit from an asthma puffer

I do it wrong, I was never good at smoking bongs

I'm not that good at breathing in

I'm not that good at breathing in

I'm not that good at breathing in