Junkyard

You, me, and all the kings and queensBuried in the junkyard,And every time the herald Cherub singsWe rattle with the car partsI was born to lie here patientlyBe dragged on by the black starAnd you were told to glow majesticallyAnd love until your hands bleedYou stole your mother's whitest gownSwallowed like a sunbeamAnd I stole your father's crusted crownIt shook us like a bad dreamThey warned to lie impatientlyWaiting for the big swingAnd you were more than dressing for a feastEat until your teeth bleedOh my royalty my hand goes out to youYou look painfully trueBut I saw you cryLike you used to laughWhen you looked around Were you looking backAt a lonely loveAs to sprouting beansNo one's quite as bloomAs they play to beI would love to stayBut my work is throughI'm the truest songThat was never true