Lay Me Down

Lay me down and pull

The tongue from my mouth

So I cannot tell a lie

So I cannot make a sound

Save for the harshness of my throat

Sounds like a broken bleating goat

In the nondescript midwest

Bind my hands and break

All the metas from their tarsals

So I cannot grab your throat

So that I cannot play a song

A song that lies and steals your name

A song that borrows all your time

And leaves a bad taste in your mouth

Cast me out into the waves

One shade of blue into the next

And hope that I will never wash back up

Onto the shore

But if I do

Wont you be so surprised to see

That I devolved and grew a shell

Youll have to smash it with your teeth

And suck me from my living room

Into the next shade of blue