Like Artists Making Offerings

If you are addictive
Are you then an addict?
Curled up in the attic or
If you want a closet on a hanger
Are they gonna try you
On like a jacket and
Button up your seams like stones
Make you feel used up and left alone
Like you’re a spectacle and I will

Watch you be half-hearted
Answering their questions bejeweled
Like they’re all artist making offerings
Dialogue and lacquer
And being like an actor
Glean your teeth your teeth about thеir songs

And though I might be stupid
I still can be an artist
I can be an artist if I say so
And you can’t do nothing about it
No dialoguе in congress
If I squint and walk away
You’ll see the brilliance beneath my pout
I think you’re still wasting all my time somehow
Still the only thing that i can write is about you

Losing all my talent
Cooped up in the attic
Because I don’t ever practice and
I don’t want to
Draped in all my favorites
I’m losing all my talent now
With nobody to stand around
With nobody to stand around