Taxonomy

Settle down, I'm right in front of me

I'll be regarding my own taxonomy

With a cut to the chase

I try to make my flower bloom

I'm thinking most of the time, I want the time to happen soon

Solid ground is right in front of me

I'm gonna trust in my own autonomy

Some of the angels leave a sign in the waiting room

They're saying most of the time, the time will come when it's ready to

Foreign in form, but some knowing in the core of me

Is the sum of a life I can feel but I cannot see

Come out of hiding, you holy

I wanna bathe in you, solely

Homeward bound, you're right in front of me

I'll be discarding my own taxonomy

And under all of the ways I try to make that flower bloom

I'm thinking most of the time, I'll never know what it's coming to

Shaky ground has left me wondering

Whether I'm gonna trust when I'm low-key stumbling

Whether some of the lies that people tell me could be really true

I'm thinking most of the time, the truth'll come when it's ready to

Foreign in form, but some knowing in the core of me

Is the sum of a life I can feel but I cannot see

Come out of hiding, you holy

I wanna bathe in you, solely