Borderline on the highway drive thru sign
Somewhere out in the woods you gaze as the car goes by
Driftwood in a rip current moves toward tidal lines
Vultures in a death roll as the dry rot multiplies
But take me out to the painted hills
White snow where the crocuses bloom and die, bloom and die, bloom and die
Couldn't loan my heart for long enough this life
I tried so hard to tell you all the things I like
Borderline of the leaves in remaining light
Broken like ashen logs in a grave of wildfire
Split cork and drought on the lips from my inner child
Death has come for me outside the killing hour
The dandelions in the hills
Reminiscent of the crocuses but
Don't think too much, don't think too long, please don't think at all
Couldn't loan my heart for long enough this life
I tried so hard to tell you all the things I like.
Borderline of your ghost in the headlight eyes
Sacrifice my blood and bone to the lord of damselflies
