Lodgepole Boy Bleeds Out

Withering plants Are sending out runners To take up their places We swallow our words We leave them unuttered But seen in our faces The bugs in my belly Have all got to moving Something is wrong And over my shoulder I feel something looming I'll drive it away with a song The copper-wound strings Will tear up my fingers But the bugs in my belly won't rest I tell them to leave But yet do they linger They'll not go at my behest There came down an angel With insectile wings He said to me vile And curious things I fell to the ground And I wished to be dead For the words that he spoke Made me sick in the head Oh you Insect Angel If this spell doesn't pass Oh you Insect Angel You know that I'll not last Make me to moving Make me to march Make me to run like my Hummingbird heart Make me to crying Bring me to tears Make me remember The reason I'm here Shall I ignore That which I hide And makes me Worry so Shall I ignore The pain inside The writhing bugs Below Seventeen years Came a long while ago Yet the insects have not Come up my throat Gold that is in the day Don't go away Don't go away The ink that is in my veins It must be drained It must be drained Gold that is in the day Don't go away Don't go away The insects that eat away They cannot stay They cannot stay And here I thought the sun might aid me But it's done no such thing Oh no it's only hurt my eyes And here I thought the sun might aid me But it's done no such thing And I can't say I'm surprised Gold that is in the day Don't go away Don't go away The ink that is in my veins It must be drained It must be drained Gold that is in the day Don't go away Don't go away The insects that eat away They cannot stay They cannot stay And I'm becoming quite accustomed To the bugs that burrow deep into my flesh And at this point I can say I'm hardly bothered by the rest And it may not be Exactly what you'd call a life But so far I've survived And you can see I'm doing fine Don't you think I'm doing fine Would you say I'm doing fine Oh won't you tell me that I'm fine Gold that is in the day Don't go away Don't go away The ink that is in my veins It must be drained It must be drained Gold that is in the day Don't go away Don't go away The insects that eat away They cannot stay They cannot stay For seventeen years The bugs have been moving Burrowing through Now mother plants die The runners are rooting All feeble and new