Lightning Rod

heart attack

junk in the box

i've been here so long

i'm starting to rot

& you're taking my fear

selling it in jugsback on the playground,

my knee socks are bloody

i need someone to toss the confetti

at the ticker tape parade

i'm falling for myselflook to the flower

she used to be pretty

don't say a word,

but she's drying out slowly

you have the answers

i have the car keyslightning rod

straps on my shoulders

i'm searching through windows

for rain & for thunder

that could bring to merciful

& this overdrawn waycarpet burns

up to my elbows

it's time that you learn

i guess i should tell you

that the things you know about me

never were truelook to the flower

i used to be pretty

don't say a word,

but i'm drying out quickly

you have the answers

i have the car keys