A Head Like Mars
Remember the time
You gave your Cherry Tree to the flies?
How I waited in my furcoat out in the cold
Throbbing my frozen fists in hidden pockets
Of course you don't, seeing how it's pretty old
About seventeen months deep
Deep in all the fruit I could ever want
Knowing all your branches like I really cared
And yet, I feel like something is wrong
Like the words "first time" can never be shared
Call me the wanderer of Mars or say to me:
"You're the worst architect of bridges in the world"
I'm with you now, but I've never left the snow
And so, here I am snowballing like always
While you feed me fruit, like you don't know