Plum

I can't believe that you turned it on yourself

And you made things so much worse than they ever could be

What are you gonna leave to me?

And you deflate like a balloon on a lake

Like a swollen tiger combin' the swamp for debris

All that you see in me

We get thin like old kings who have lived for far too long

Till our empires fall over on horses and feet

Frozen until the spring

I can't believe that the money was not real

That the promises we keep are no worse than the lies

Nobody wants to believe

(Stay close and warm, let the assignment turn you on)

And I can't believe that the language we both speak

(We won't hold our lights to shield your eyes from the dark)

Wasn't given or created by you or by me

(Shadow we all came from)

All we express and seem

(Fold both your arms, fall back asleep but watch the clock)

And you can scream till your face turns to a plum

(See an image of this song burn like a coat)

An old rotten knot of feathers that used to be wings

And other useless dreams

(What will the world become?)