It Gets More Blue

The city has clouds You make him the sun You wanted that poison Handpicked the gun You know it don't say much The things that he did You'll build him a tower He'll burn you a bridge The nihilist tells you that nothing is true I said "I faked global warming just to get close to you" I read that book I drank your drinks I made you look And I'm still here I'm digging through the trash I can hear the train As it moves past The chase is as trying as the story onstage A projection I write and a book on a page I won't do what I ought to My fake blank stare I make to fool you I watch you from bodegas on the street And I say merrily Just how highly I can think The arsonist tells you that it gets more blue The things you believe and the quiet bedroom snooze I read that book I drank your drinks I made you look And I'm still here I'm always digging in trash I can hear the train As it moves past