Rot

How do you drive from the back seat?
How do you operate a human body?
I nearly broke my neck from whippin' off of
Battery and onto Lealand
Now Maple's in the front-yard
She's yowling like she ain't known love in a century
But I plot the route, and I say when we can leave

I stick, stuck to the snowfall
Five inches in my rearview mirror
And I retreat to the roof when I've got nothing to lose
So I can see it all clearer
And now the path opaque, I push for presence
Some realistic effervescence
I'm shrouded in those magnolia leaves
(Those magnolia leaves)

Now I'm afraid I'm standing on a precipice
Of all I ever was
And all I'm metamorphosizing to become
And everything is withering behind me
Slowly
With a sweetness, with an old familiar hum

Now somehow the rot is always sweeter
When I come into town
I detached from the root to keep my head around

Now I'm afraid I'm standing on a precipice
Of all I ever was
And all I'm metamorphosizing to become
And everything is withering behind me
Slowly
With a sweetness, with an old familiar hum

Car's broke down, I can't come home now
Coagulate, I've got no blood to bleed
My family's growing colder
No one sends me letters anymore