Mint

Pierce your armor, oh go on take it off
Hold out longer I think you’re going soft
I come along in case to see
The way through is the way for me
Beat so loud, I see photos falling down
The walls are easy, it’s the windows that are drawn
To touch the place you used to be
The listing hours, they leave room to believe

I’d call someone
I’d call someone
I’d call someone
I don’t call anyone

So there it stands, just an ordinary bed
And any day I’ll grow a mint plant instead
Make an ordinary tea
Set alarms to know to eat
I dust the shelves, I hold the records up aloft
I pace the halls, I do the stations of the cross
One and one and one is three
The listing hours, they room to believe

I’d call someone
I’d call someone
I’d call someone
I don’t call anyone

That’s the way it has to be
That’s the way it has to be
I see that it’s off
Now go on, take it off