From the recording The Times Compiled
Lyrics
Your heart is a water balloon
I have thrown off the 14th floor
And I watched you fall,
your aorta and all
to the concrete, sedimentary floor
And you walked away mostly okay,
I don’t think I’d expect any more
You’re a concrete survivor,
a rock-bottom riser,
and you walk this town
in your thorny golden crown
and I think it only makes you the wiser,
concrete survivor
Will I ever get used to you not around?
To the weight of the words in the poems I found?
To the thick strokes of paint on the walls that surround
my life and this love that we lived in this town?
This town, this town, this town, this town
this town, this town, this town
You’re a concrete survivor,
a rock-bottom riser,
and you walk this town
in your thorny golden crown
I think it only makes you the wiser,
the wiser.