I Was So Tired of Trees

Weird tale about tree, ruined love, and arson.
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I Was So Tired Of Trees

It’s sweet of you to notice that I’ve soured on romance
What can I say?
Love’s in the way?
I learned to love the hustle, now I’d rather watch you dance
What can I do?
I once loved you

Your sister called on sparrows to nest within her tomb
But you the one who paid them to comply
You’d bargain with the mountains and talk down to the sea
And never note they gave you no reply

The bristles, broom, and boughs
The rustling of the reeds
The hollow wood of sanctuary
Turns out it’s incendiary
I’m the one who did the deed
I was so tired of trees

You’re the honeysuckle bullet our wounds pretend to love
And we offered up our bodies to your skill
The decades took a moment, at last you took the bait
But it seems you could not bring yourself to kill

Your family sold their mansions, gave away their clothes
And hiked along the cold roads of the day
You left the oaks and elm trees to embrace the mountain pines
Then told me that is had to be this way

The bristles, broom, and boughs
The rustling of the reeds
The hollow wood of sanctuary
Turns out it’s incendiary
And I’m the one who did the deed
I was so tired of trees

It’s so sweet of you to notice that I’ve soured on romance
What can I say?
Love’s in the way?
I learned to love the hustle, now I’d rather watch you dance
What can I do?
I once loved you