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