Weak Trees

It should be electric, not some same old cold
Lo and behold, milquetoast
So delusional together, so perfect, so far
When self preservation takes over the stars

Like patchwork to hide multitudes of sins
Angles and attitude
Sympathy aside, the frozen grin
It is absence we need through

And you can’t always find the take where it lies
The truth, in time, it tries to be kind.