Persimmon

Said you don't like persimmon
but the shade is quiet nice
Use your colorful language
as a shy way to slight
So I dress in this orange
but it doesn't look right
Now the lake's frozen over
I've got more room to glide
and I slept in til eleven
With the dog on my side
and my foot dangling off the mattress
I woke up numb
in more ways than one
It's more than a sensation
I see it in all faces now, now
It's enough, it's substantial
I've survived on much less
What's a flame to a candle
when you're melting regardless?
So fuck that bitch in your story
and fuck me after I guess
I took her arm in the lobby
and I made a new friend
then talked shit til eleven
It's a means to an end
a road to a bend
a woefully natural progression
I woke up numb
in more ways than one
It's more than a sensation
I see it in all faces now, now
Is it so wrong of me?
Legend has it, I'm sentimental
I hold a strong belief in
all things inconsequential
Just like a highway fire
I'm taking it as a sign, as a sign
I gotta turn around, around
Said you don't like persimmon
they take too long to grow
If you practice your patience
maybe one day you'll know
Why I dress in this orange
why I'm taking it slow
Now the lakes frozen over