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