Ars Poetica

Chorus:
Ars poetica is dead
Walked through the valley to retrieve the head
Took the body to the ocean
Hoping that the bottom will give it a good place to rest
Yes

Verse:
I been sitting here too damn long
Looking at the wrong side of the mirror
I been sitting here too damn long
Looking at the wrong side of the mirror
I been sitting here too damn long
Trying to right these wrongs
Trying to write this song that only exists inside of a thimble
Pin prick the walls and let it slow leak like a symbol
Crashing through the conceived convention
Immaculately pressed within these stone walls that I’m stressing
Hand over my eyes ‘ case the whole thing tumbles
And my heart stops beating in a pile full of rubble
Growing in dead space
Darling my head’s warm
Look at my red face
Tell me if that’s normal
Walk with me now ‘ for a coupla miles
On either side of the train tracks ‘ a ghost and a bright smile
Seconds are mine now ‘ Rest of it’s yours
Hang it on the rack and let it ripen and warm
Existence is form ‘ manifestations of change
It might look kinda different but it’s more of the same
Remember my name ‘ it’s right on the page
I wanted you to see it ‘ So I wrote it in green paint
I wanted you to see it ‘ So I wrote it in green paint
I wanted you to see it ‘ So I wrote it

Chorus:
Ars poetica is dead
Walked through the valley to retrieve the head
Took the body to the ocean
Hoping that the bottom will give it a good place to rest
Yes

Outro:
Hey little angel
What about your halo?
Why don’t you go and try to find it [find it]?