Statue of You

It’s the virtue of fools
To be the first to believe the truth
To keep it in their head alongside lies their tellers didn’t think through
But I’m no fool
I’m just a skeptic with a statue of you

It’s the pinning of the wings of a flightless bird
Leaving its legs free to run
To remind the poor thing of it’s flaw
So you can have your fun
You’re no good but I love my statue of you

It won’t hurt a bit
To give your teeth a good kick
To rip you off of the pedestal
I put you on to begin with
I could really use
A reality for my muse

Nothing in this world will ever make you smile
Except a chisel to your stone face
I wonder if you feel anything except wanting and hate
I’ll break you
To please my statue of you

It’s the least I could do