Antlers held tight; he crawls across the night
Looking for a comfortable fence to lean on
As he smokes his last pack of pretty words
Can't come on too strong, or be unheard
Between my knees, head sets my discord free
I keep it cool and hold it still
Heavy, it gleams; black light between the trees
Shoots out a warning, and I seem
To see this place for all its selfish ways
And I write my name until the word sounds
Over, and over, and over again
I get real helpless when I think about the things that I've said
So I reach around, and find that awful sound
Playing out; and set the record
Ever, and ever, and ever so still
I can't compete with all the bitter things I tell myself