Spent Fuel

I suppose I owe you an apology It'll manifest as elegy No, I owe you 'o,' 'u,' It'll manifest as eulogy I heard you on an attenuated signal Jumbled words revealed your plans Hallucinate a conversation All the rest is history Forgive every slight against the pack The fumble of a well-dealt hand A twisted antenna stretching upward All ruddy water running under What have you done? What have we done to you? After it's over, Look at what you've put us through What have you done? What have we done to you? Now that it's over, Would you look at what you've put us through? What are we gonna be when we're all grown up? Not gonna leave this place when it's all used up