Well, Benjamin

Well, Benjamin

You crashed your plane again

A beautiful tailspin

It was going to happen soon enough

The only question was when

'Cause I could smell the flames

Just sleeping on your skin

And I love you for the things you do

And I don't care who you do them to

You can wrap your stupid suffering 'round me

Because I thought it out, in the time I've got

And I don't care if I drown or not

I just want to crash into that same cold sea

On an airport "USA Today," in a dark black ballpoint pen

You write, "These people are like skeletons

Wrapped up in perfumed skin"

And it's such a stupid sentiment

But write it once again

Let your anger fill the margins

And I'll kiss your shaking hand

'Cause I love you for the things you see

And I don't mind if you see me

With my wrinkled hands and glazed eyes

As obscene

'Cause you're right in ways that you don't know

And you're untouched by the undertow

All that speed and anger burns your body clean

And I love you for the things you feel

So thoroughly that they turn real

As the sea comes rushing toward us

Dark and cold

And your rowmate, this nonentity

As the screams and salt sea smother me

Will reach out a wrinkled hand for you to hold

But now the landing gear is starting to unfold

The captain points the runway out below

Where the Kent account is waiting to be sold

And where you're going, down there

I don't know