Purge the Thought

I pull under the bell
Half full of all hope
Do I cut too close
(Unduly, every bud is cut)
Do I cut the most
Out of any of them
I tried so hard to purge the thought
I tried so hard to purge the thought

They’ve lost all sense of self
And when I come along
You know I’m something else
Do I make you float
(Undoing every higher heart)
Do I make you float
Like I pulled the nails from out of both your feet