To Everyone Who Knows

The orange blossoms Are so pretty it hurts me In the garden they smelled so very lovely I regretted dying Someday I want to make pop culture And then hate it Oh so aware that I'm a heavy mortal man I can't change that though And I'm afraid That every word I say Is giving me away And all the rest of me Is going to be burned up in the fire The stones we left unturned I'm sorry for the desert burns So sorry You don't know where you are I'm sorry for the year you lost So sorry You won't remember The things I do I know this because Not even I do If she deserts the world Then I suppose I'll dance the ballet's final act alone They came when the spotlights found no one And saw that my eyes were closed And I'm afraid That every word I say Is giving me away So all the rest of me I'll offer to Be burned up in the fire The stones we left unturned I'm sorry for the desert burns So sorry Drive down your street real slow And nod to everyone who knows So sorry