Ballad Of Lon Stokes

I've surrounded myself with bastardized logos
They help me get to sleep
I've been searching the horizons for the scapes I find dearest
And I think it makes me weak

Over time, I've realized
That the comforts I most prized
Will all clean my bones
And circle like flies

Now I'm feeding myself away from the table
And I don't care if we speak
I've gotten a bit nervous about paying lip service
But I'm sure that you won't weep

Over time, I've realized
That the comforts I most prized
Will all clean my bones
And circle like flies