Fluorescent Half Dome The Pedestal
How do we solve the riddle
Of eliminating our old haunts
Maybe I'll starve myself a little
And then I will look the way that I want
Everybody wants to be whole again
But I think that I know better
There's a circle in the sand where the sinners stand
And now I'm floating without a tether
Behold the mirrored mantle
When I look it isn't me I see
They glide across the marble floors
Weightless on their polished feet
I've got a silver spoon, oh
But I can feel it choking me
Somehow I know I still want more
I've been feeling incomplete
From high up on a pedestal
Falsifying all this grace
There's someone underneath it all
I refuse to recognize her face
I've seen theses eyes somewhere before
They look at me most every day
In that hallowed mirrored mantle
I know not what I say