Of all of your murders who do you miss the most?
The clouds are a claw, you’re the shape of a ghost
You swore pure devotion but you couldn’t say “when”
You tried to make me healthy, but I wasn’t ready then
And even one glimpse of the good life makes it so hard to toil
So I thinned out my blood thinking maybe I’d slow down the boil
I set my mind to escaping you
And your dog the color and the character of country graveyard soil
Darling I’m in Peekskill, the moon is so bright
When caught in its beam I am fish belly white
And I know somewhere out there you know what it means
When the shadows form silhouettes of deities and queens
When I first came to your city you were still something resembling royal
You were so hard to look in the eye but you were easy to spoil
Now so any miles from you
And still a soul the consistency of stone and country graveyard soil
In Roswell there’s a landing pad above city hall
In Hondo the sculptures are fifty feet tall
Did I tell you I made 6s by turning 9s upside down?
I so wanted you to be there! But you were nowhere around
Say what you want to about me but don’t call me disloyal
Cuz I was all in for the trials and the fire and turmoil
I’ll tell the boulevard that you say hello
You take with you wherever you go some country graveyard soil