American Romulus

Your hair is a mess
Don't look in the mirror
There's nothing to be found
That'll make yourself clearer
In reflective light
In anything so bright
It makes you less than human

Your clothes aren't washed
You're dressed up in all blue
You're hoping that someone will just sit down and tell you
How to live like this
How to be so cold and dark and still feel human

I want to be long and thin like a ruler
Like a pharaoh laid to rest
In a tomb so grand it's crueler
Than existence
Than the countless grains of sand
That scream indifference

Is there any way I could shine like the sun through moonlight
Is there any way that I could be alright
Like your head against the window
On that long drive home
It seemed so heavensent

So leave me on my own
And I'll come back one day
An American Romulus
An apocalypse of my own making
So leave me on my own
And I'll come back one day
An American Romulus
An apocalypse of my own making