Lysander

I circle your heart like I circle the world

But I never touch down

In case I grew and grew

And couldn't leave there

Solitary guy, you need professional help

You put too much in your mouth

I'm gonna leave you leave you leave you out

Into the womb of chance

In my cemetery heart, you know they close at six

And then the dead are locked in

To be with you and you and you and I

I hope their eyes are closed

Beautiful girl, you spin around and around

You are the answer to me

You know I knew, I knew, I knew

You would be

Into the bureau she rambled

Tethered by the headphones

Then she calls on Anubis

You are you, and you are not what you do

Who do you trust

The little spider or me?

Which would you crush in a frame

The one you knew or just the one that loved you?

It's in the palm of your hand

A little papery heart

A crumpled throwaway bird

A bird that flew and flew and flew and flew

About a parasol, about a parasol