Could it be my cover blew away this morning It was barely April it was getting warmer Here you gave me shelter from the microviolence All the coming and going happening in silence Do you feel like I do when it all surrounds you Highway beach and forest sun is shining for us But I can't stay tomorrow I'm going away For my impression to stay, tomorrow I'm going away You can make yourself rare You can raise your value You can be a mystery They don't get to know me My life is leaning to the sound of war I can feel no sorrow to be gone at all Half of me is made up mostly I'm a construct City suburb forest cut a new path for us Smile at everything you see, that's my technique Put your wooden headphones on Effigies of warships, call me to your door The form is perfect, but it isn't working The form is perfect, but it isn't working Oh micro Bring back that body you brought