leaving new york

[flowerstand]

that means no where i come from
i am cold, out waiting for the day to come

i chew my lips and i scratch my nose.
feels so good to be a rose.

oh don't you lift me up like i'm that shy no no no no no,
just give it up.
there are bats all dissolving in a row
into the wishy-washy dark that cannot let go

and i cannot let go
and so i thank the lord
and i thank his sword
though it be mincing up the morning, slightly bored

oh morning without warning like a hole
and i watch you go

there are some mornings when the sky looks like a road
there are some dragons who were built to have and hold
and some machines are dropped from great heights lovingly
and some great bellies ache with many bumblebees
and they sting so terribly

i do as i please
and now i'm on my knees
and your skin is something that i stir into my tea

and i am watching you
and you are starry, starry, starry
and i'm tumbling down and i check a frown.

that's why i love this town
well, just look around
to see my serenaded hourly
and celebrated sourly
and dedicated dourly

waltzing with the open sea
clam, crab, cockle, cowrie

oh, will you just look at me