What I was told I was destined to be
And what was indebted and ripped at the seams
The garden got crowded, they're talking too loud
The man on the screen he is freaking me out
Saying: Don't let me down
You're letting me down

The art of the marketer's option to spoil
The writer is pulling her heart from the oil
The market is crowded, they've started to yell
The artist is selling sad nudes of herself
Saying: I hope that this helps
I can't seem to tell

What I was told I was destined to grow
A bold hearted woman I thought I'd never know
A home with a garden
A duck who was stout
A cat with a snake hanging out of its mouth
A carrot is dangled
A course it is set
Saying: I'm not quite there yet
But I'm trying to get