Monumental

Monumental
When I say I love you, you say, "Well, what's not to love?"
I know I'm so far above you, still there is something you ought to know:
I want you back in the tall grass. Remember that?
Back when I had confidence.
You were weighted down with so much weaponry...
your parting shot still rings in my ear.
I say I'm a Marxist ... it seems to appeal to girls that think.
I say I'm an artist 'cause all my life that's what I've been told to say.
A Russian girl at the bar with good posture - twenty-two and so easy to spark.
She melts leaving little more than hoop earrings, simple conversation,
and a credit card.
I'm still in your shadow though it's long after dark.
You're so monumental, you'll last a lifetime.
She said, "Sing me something beautiful; paint or draw me something beautiful;
write me something beautiful; film me something that moves with beauty."
Well, there's nothing beautiful about the state I'm in,
you icy thing, I thought some day you would thaw.
You were weighted down with so much weaponry
your parting shot still rings in my ear.