Scion Catalogue

[Verse 1]
X-Acto blade, number eleven, fresh out the wax pack,
Scraping the cambium clean where the past tracked.
Air's thick as cobbler, first Tuesday in August,
The gnats make a halo, a slow, patient caucus.
Rootstock is last year's regret, gnarled and bitter,
This new shoot is brighter, a real go-getter.
Paraffin film sticky on my cuticle, tryin' to make it beautiful,
Audrey the Third just watchin', her judgment is mutable.

[Chorus]
Graft the line, seal the wound, pray the cells take.
Cut away the dead wood for my own damn sake.
This ain't growth, it's a splice on a timeline,
New leaf on a fault line, hopin' it stays mine.

[Verse 2]
Logbook entry: twenty failures from yesterday's trial,
Necrosis is creeping, a slow, blackened smile.
My boss said, "Delilah, you thinkin' too hard on it,"
Just wrap it and leave it, see what the sun did.
But the union is fragile, a weak-shouldered seam,
A vascular bundle connected to a dream.
It's all just osmosis, a hope through a membrane,
From red Georgia loam, tryin' to wash out a bloodstain.

[Chorus]
Graft the line, seal the wound, pray the cells take.
Cut away the dead wood for my own damn sake.
This ain't growth, it's a splice on a timeline,
New leaf on a fault line, hopin' it stays mine.

[Bridge]
The catalog's gettin' longer than the list of successes,
Just a stack of white specimen tags admitting my messes.

[Outro]
What if the root rejects it?
What if I'm the invasive?