I’m not sure who you are anymore
I’m just sure about me
You sold me a pretty package, my friend
One you were sure I’d take
But now that the game is over
And what was at stake
Was a helpless set of cards that fell
And ones I’m sure, you’ll take
You sing of the body electric
I watched you lie in leaves of grass
While I navigated the wasteland
Waiting for something, a hat to
fit
boots to fall
underneath a tree
you sang of a body electric
upon your leaves of grass
I climbed the walls of the wasteland