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