Nest Man

I heard you on the telephone
Talking 'bout me
Whispering all your secrets
In a fashion not becoming
I cannot see your face
Where have you gone to in this room?
Have you come to take me
To my isolated doom?

These pictures you send to your friends
They don't shed light on me
I've taken to inviting you
To come inside for tea
I don't think you'll accept
You don't seem to wanna stay
But when you leave, a favor please
Do not let in the day

I once saw fields of flowers
In a pixelated dream
The mayor bled, they all turned red
And roses they became
Don't be scared or terrified
I just have a different head
What am I? I'm just a guy
With a nest instead of bed

The least that you could do
Is look me right into the face
You'll find I'm not so scary
Though you may not want embrace
Leave my house, I want you gone
For can't you understand?
I'm not a priest or cellist
Nor am I a ragtime band
You must go, or turn to stone
Whatever your desire
Scatter feet, you tasty treat
Or I'll roast you in the fire