Philodendron

Come out your coma

And rush out your bedroom

Your catatonia's broken by the sound of

Voices whispering cruel confessions

That you could swear are coming from loved ones

You brush your teeth

As you teeter toward the window

Constantly astounded

By the day-to-day pain of it

With Earth turned sour

And the people turned to cannibals

Wonder how you could possibly get used to this

Ash starts falling

And plants go grey

And you start pining

For gentler days

Put on a pair of disintegrating All Stars

Wind through the empty rows of parked street cars

Wonder where all the birds flew off to

On the day when it all just went to shit

I take her out for a walk, my Philodendron

I've known this city since before it was necropolis

I've known people who lived in all these buildings

Before they became mausoleums

She's feeling worse

Than even she's used to

She keeps drinking water

But she's not in bloom

She's feeling worse

Than even she's used to

She keeps drinking water

But she's not in bloom

She keeps drinking water

But she's not in bloom

She keeps drinking water

But she's not in bloom

She keeps drinking water

But she's not in bloom