(I’m ending the third week with one of my favorite bands’ better lyrical concept songs.  Thom Yorke is incredible.)

If I could be who you wanted…

What you see is what you get with me, baby.
Or something like that.
No worry of death
Decay because of calendar.
I stay who I am, regardless of weather.

But there is something missing
Something companions of lost little girls search for
Thoughts turn me to hay
Emotions immobilize me
And fear
Makes me the antithesis of my outward appearance
These things
These necessities
Aren’t found in emerald palaces
The road traveled to obtain them isn’t lollipops and gumdrops.
Home is the tornado waiting outside your window.

But I don’t need any of that.
I’m tangible and appear to be full of life
But get closer
And I’m lifeless to the touch
You’ll know exactly how real I am.