Like a Pen

Sharpen my body like a pen Come on I need to show it Something too small for a lense If I rub it, if I wipe it Guiding with one single hand Nothing's wrong, you like the feeling I am all over the land Come on, I need to show it Back on the mountain again I was standing watching seasons You're now my only friend I'm too heavy, I'm the burden Sitting and picking on myself It's a shiny, shiny morning And when the light finds my eye I'll be fleeting like a scent I hold my breath and then count to three On and on, outworn Must be five hundred degrees Can't sail on, outworn I hold my breath and then count to three On and on, outworn Must be five hundred degrees Will it show, in my show