Armadillo

I put my paper with the pile

hopin' to stay for a while

wandering the roads

full of armadillo ghosts

I put my cloth on the clock

Hopin' to stop it while I walked

reeling in the wind

and counting

how long it's been

Yelling down the grate, I was

Hoping to make

Just one more mistake before I could swear I saw

Another disfigured face

in the lawn

I put myself upside down

Hoping to find a way around

bringing myself in

countin'

how long it's been (I won't know X2)

I've figured it out, I'm burning it down, I've thought of it now, I'm selling my house

The concrete beasts will flood the streets and it will be right outside

and I must be blamed for choosing to stay up until now,

cause I think I've been thrown far from my home so far away, so far away now

And you won't hear me cryin' X8