Like Artists Making Offerings

If you are addictive Are you then an addict? Curled up in the attic or If you want a closet on a hanger Are they gonna try you On like a jacket and Button up your seams like stones Make you feel used up and left alone Like you’re a spectacle and I will Watch you be half-hearted Answering their questions bejeweled Like they’re all artist making offerings Dialogue and lacquer And being like an actor Glean your teeth your teeth about thеir songs And though I might be stupid I still can be an artist I can be an artist if I say so And you can’t do nothing about it No dialoguе in congress If I squint and walk away You’ll see the brilliance beneath my pout I think you’re still wasting all my time somehow Still the only thing that i can write is about you Losing all my talent Cooped up in the attic Because I don’t ever practice and I don’t want to Draped in all my favorites I’m losing all my talent now With nobody to stand around With nobody to stand around