Bandaid Brigade Treat Me Like A Christmas Tree
A cluster of nerves
A love I cannot deserve
The modest space you have saved
Is all the soil I crave
Treat me like a Christmas tree
Gingerly you cut me down
Adorned displayed I feel proud
The briefest of all symphonies
Fragments of hard time I'm bound
To greetings gleefulf arewells loud
I Wake up in the road
Collected and towed
The longing for welcome I feel
Just halted and turned on a heel
The ornament I yearn to be
The nexus of forbidden pride
A boy you'd never leave outside
A dreadful something wrong with me
In impermanence reside
With severed roots
I'm tossed and tied
