The Buffalo Song - Owls in the Attic

Ripping pages from the volumes

Like a landslide author, you crack the spine

What portions are left, are fictional

Your liberty sickens me

The world celebrates her fall from grace

They raise their glass to purity stripped away

Do I stand alone

In this place that I call home?

Am I wrong to stay this way?

Unaltered, unaltered

Just because a structure is fleeting

Doesn’t mean it’s designed to crumble

Foundations were intended to persist

You finally found a way to let me down

I didn’t think you had it in you

I’m letting you fall this time

You petition my eyes, but my heart is set