Mason Jar

Lyrics by Nicole Upchurch

Mama says I’m gifted, daddy says I’m dumb

I got the hell out of there by sticking out my thumb

I’m headed to the mountain, Purgatory bound

With a seed in my pocket not ready for the ground

If we measure ourselves by the things that we own

I’m a banjo and a hula hoop, a semi-precious stone

Wooden bumper bounces over the track

My single headlight winks at the cars as they pass

Columbine so pretty, columbine so blue

Put a tattoo on my back so I remember you

If the things we miscarry, define who we are

I’m some dandelion wine in my grandma’s mason jar

I’m headed to the mountain, Purgatory bound

I’ll be making snow angels when they lay me in the ground

Columbine so pretty, columbine so blue

Put a tattoo on my back so I remember you