Write A Song About Me

When I left California, I could barely touch my toes
No matter how they warn ya, that’s just how the story goes
Now I’m one quarter short of the payphone out back
And I’m trying to find my way on a torn and tattered map
She said, “write a song about me”
But I’d rather write about the road

First time I saw her, she was lying in the grass
We both agreed we could forget about the past
I had just come from the Embryonic West
I thought life was a joke, she thought it was a test
Everything was stable
But that’s when it’s most likely to explode

I changed my name and overcame my fears
But nothing’s really conquered if it just disappears
For a little while, we were united on one front
But we were both acting, doing our own stunts
The mountainside was steady
But it was getting ready to erode

She said, “write a song about me, you can keep me close forever”
But now that she’s without me, I think I’d rather think about her never

Last time I saw her I was covered in the snow
She had buried me up to just under my nose
I tried to scream, but I couldn’t make a sound
With all of my body incubated underground
She was probably hoping
That I would simply decompose

Days have turned to frost and weeks have turned to ice
I didn’t know demons could inhabit paradise
I’m trying to get back to the city by the fault
But my shoes get stuck on the sidewalks and the salt
I’ll send her a postcard
Written in binary code