Vulture Tree

Reconvene at the vulture tree

Count a hundred and seventeen

Days I scrubbed at the stains

In the corners

What did you clearly say

Facing south at the river edge

Pulling a sword from between

The rock and the hardest plea

They tell me to get rid of you

I have to burn an effigy

But it didn’t work on the vultures

So why would it work for me?

The experts say to clear the pain

To set your memory up in flames

But the birds in the tree are laughing

They know it’s a game

Reconvene on the corner of Elm

Tell me I don’t look sick anymore

I’m walking like someone clicked

Autopilot

Every car is a mirror now

Every streetlight is blinding

Stretch me out like a funhouse

Leave me clawing

They tell me to get rid of you

I have to burn an effigy

But it didn’t work on the vultures

So why would it work for me?

The experts say to clear the pain

I set your memory up in flames

But the birds in the tree are laughing

they know it’s a game