Worth it

Two, four

Drew blood in my veins

Like heavy velvet theatre curtains

Sleeping into the day

I cash it out and skim the surface

And you say it's worthless

But nothing makes me happier

All the time that I spend

On a train that drags me west and east again

To sit in the stands

And clap along to the five-year plan

That you swear is worth it

But nothing makes you happy anymore

Lapping at the heat, I can't keep circling flame

Choke it down or spit it out

It's coming up, coming up, coming up again

And you say it's worthless

But nothing makes me happier

Sweet tooth in the sand

I'm rolling into every breath you land

Honing in on the hand

That feeds me well and points to the wetlands

That you swear are worthless

But nothing makes me happier

Lapping at the heat, I can't keep circling flame

Choke it down or spit it out

It's coming up, coming up, coming up, coming up, coming up again

And you say it's worth it

But nothing makes you happy anymore