Collector

I am a collector

I lay my head away in what the ancients made

I go back to catch myself up

Been a colossal art to curb the motor parts

And I don’t know what’s better

You sewing up your craze, you line your suit for days

I cut the waves to keep my head up

I couldn’t stitch the bend, so awful permanent

A stack of loose leaning narratives, I don’t care what state you’re in

A stack of loose leaning narratives, I don’t care what state you’re in

I don’t think anyone else here is new

I put that waltzing haunt on the shelf

It nearly buried my health

You knew as well as anyone else

I wasn’t asking for help

I let the offers fall by the side

In a mean fit of pride

And, yes, the wrecker of my eye

But I feel funny inside

Just thinking maybe if I watched the sea long enough I could pick it up

Or even maybe if you turned to me long enough I could be enough

A stack of loose leaning narratives, I don’t care what state you’re in

A stack of loose leaning narratives, I don’t care what state you’re in

I don’t think anyone else here is new

I asked if death was fake

Just an honest mistake

Just our agrarian seduction to the next place

Do you think we’d be ok?

And maybe fill the space?

And maybe then be even less afraid of earthquakes?

And as the buildings age

We’ll tell them all the same

That we’ll commemorate the good ones by a good name

And if it’s all the same, well, I’ll still probably waste... Away

But darling bricks and stones would make our homes if we were anyone, anyone else

Hey darling bricks and stones would make our homes if we were anyone, anyone else

Bricks and stones would make our homes if we were anyone, anyone else

Bricks and stones would make our homes if we were anyone, anyone

You started guessing at my heavy lending

Were right to question all the time I’m spending

Was picking up but then I saw the ocean

I wasn’t mad enough for constant motion

I should’ve known you’d be the first to notice

That I was trying to get back my focus

Ah, that part