"Onion" lyrics - BO BURNHAM


You had many layers like an onion.
Wait, no, like an artichoke-with your
Layers arranged like snake scales, not
Stacked like coats of paint.

Be sure to call in a year or so and
Tell me whether I was lifting heavy
Stones off your bunker door or
Plucking petals off your face.


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