I don't want the sturdy, I want the faint.

I don't want reality, I want magic
I want time to dance in organized swirls
And the organ to play it's disorganized wedding bliss

I want chops of static and flash.
and failure to be non existent.

Let time pass me by like gears inside
I'm grounded
I'm grounded like meat between the gears.

I'm edible now,
And they feed and feed on me like a carcass.
When has life left me? i'm not sure

Let's pack it up
I want to be left under the spotlight
I want the theater all to myself.

Yes i'll lay out like a crystal tree
worn and weathered.

Don't call my name,
Just leave the daises by the door.