Sammy Crowbar

Sam was sitting on the tire swinging
Think about the little things
Until the teacher counts all your fingers
Push her down before the bell begins to ring

Skin the knee on a gravel swingset
Make a home among the trees
Gather into a cedar boardroom
Prick the finger until it starts to bleed

Chorus
You look lovely in that window, please stay
Until you come down, take it all away
And leave me before it's all too late

Pull a knife on a candy dealer
Lie about the little things
Scratch my head at equation problems
Hide in towers until you start to sink

Take a lesson from Sammy Crowbar
He had problems with dirty ink
Splattered colors on a denim canvas
Sammy painted all the love that he could eat