Your Name

Far be it from me
To admit so easily
That Rome wasn't built in a day
I'm sure you'll find out
Maybe you've known all along
But it's just like me to leave things this way

So don't think poorly of me
In fact don't think a goddamned thing
Don't worry about some
Complicated consolation that just never came
Were you hoping for some salvation
In the changing of your name

And the skin never heals
What the scars can't conceal
They parade around your mind like little organ grinders
With a monkey on a string
A brass band and a singer
Who can't remember words for you anymore

So don't sweat in your sleep
Bite your nails or grind your teeth
Just remember that
I had some sort of innovation and it came up lame
And my fractured poets imagination
Was just stuck on your name

There's a rose in the street
It gets trampled underneath
The wheels of all the weekend's lost city drivers
And I collect all my thoughts
Write them down and wander off
To go reinvent the wheel a few more million times

So spare me the thought
Of you acting tough
By now I would've
Thought that you'd have had enough
Of the summer's sudden shame
I can't wait for winter's whitest snow
So I can go piss out your name