Epitaphs

He's got too much pride
 Lord, if you could see it with his navy eyes
 Life is never painted in the black and white
 Or with the gray between
 It's got too much light
 Silver coins that tremble in the bruise of night
 Moon that blinks before the tangerine
 And broken stains of morning sky
 And scattered on the birch trees
 Are the mockingbirds who disagree
 On everything that flits to mind
 What's lost and what's just hard to find
 And blaring on the silver box
 Are those who are only there to talk
 So I will find a better way to speak
 Uh-hu-uh hu-uh
 Uh-hu-uh hu-uh
 She's got a new fake tan
 Drinking pop culture from a silver can
 Staring from her bed into a lava lamp
 That bubbles up her thoughts
 About money and time
 Things that share a problematic love life
 They'll help you cut yourself up with a butter knife
 Just when you hit your prime
 And scattered on the dirty streets
 Are the broken souls who disagree
 And beg for what you're offering
 And all the while we're promising
 That rain will fall on fertile ground
 There's no lost cause that can't be found
 So I will find the growth in every seed
 Uh-hu-uh hu-uh
 Uh-hu-uh hu-uh
 It's a sketchy scene
 Bottlecaps littering the pothole street
 Smoky waves of air in the crushing heat
 Of nighttime in LA
 And in the local park
 Boys flinging curse words into the dark
 Waiting for the day they'll mend their splintered hearts
 In duct tape displays
 I'm standing by a marble wall
 Carving epitaphs of human fault
 Why spend my whole life wondering
 If I find lies more comforting
 How can I invest my faith
 If what you give is what you take
 But I will try to find the inbetween
 Uh-hu-uh hu-uh
 Uh-hu-uh hu-uh
 Uh-hu-uh hu-uh
 Uh-hu-uh hu-uh