I don't want to be around

When you come down

I don't want to be around



You shine

You keen

You're nowhere in between

You rise

And phase

On dead-wood days



I don't want to be around

When you come down

I don't want to be around



You blind

You' glaze

You fire until you craze

You are my

Malaise

On dead-wood days



Parading Pollyanna's blister and hide away

You're valedictory and vertigo eyed today

Your grace with gravity is starting to slide



You sway

You wind

From torment to define

You pray

You find

A paradigm to redefine

You take 

You find

It all goes by



I don't want to be around