The last song on Sad Bastard Ballads.

Silence

I was dreaming of a place where I could drop dead
Where flowers blooming in the sun could smell me instead

I’ll just wait until the silence can break my fall

I was waiting for a thought to spark in my head
Where monarch butterflies are put on toast and then spread

I was looking for a way to paint my room red
Where scabs could gather in a place where I had once bled

I was hoping I could knit a noose with some thread
Where after all this time I’d finally get up ahead

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