Persimmon

Said you don't like persimmon

But the shade is quite nice

Use your colorful language

As a shy way to slight

So I dress in this orange

But it doesn't look right

Now the lake's frozen over

I've got more room to glide

And I slept in til eleven

With the dog on my side

And my foot dangling off the mattress

I woke up numb

In more ways than one

It's more than a sensation

I see it in all faces now, now

It's enough, it's substantial

I've survived on much less

What's a flame to a candle

When you're melting regardless?

So fuck that bitch in your story

And fuck me after I guess

I took her arm in the lobby

And I made a new friend

Then talked shit til eleven

It's a means to an end

A road to a bend

A woefully natural progression

I woke up numb

In more ways than one

It's more than a sensation

I see it in all faces now, now

Is it so wrong of me?

Legend has it, I'm sentimental

I hold a strong belief in

All things inconsequential

Just like a highway fire

I'm taking it as a sign, as a sign

I gotta turn around, around

Said you don't like persimmon

They take too long to grow

If you'd practice your patience

Maybe one day you'd know

Why I dress in this orange

Why I'm taking it slow

Now the lakes frozen over