One Two Tree Four Lyrics

Stark as some dead tree in a parking lot

I was thinking oh, is this where I would be?

Set in my sixteen square feet of mulch

I can see what I see and what I choose to believe

I'm feeling older

Shedding limbs now

I watch them fall to the ground

Every time they've tried to swing just wide

But nailed the curb and scraped my side

Has got me chomping hard at the bit for a way out of this shit

Sad celebrations, unsettling

Radiate across the way

But we'll stay to commemorate this place and it's state of decay

Cause what's left to say?

Either way

It's not the first, the last

Nor the worst, or the best you'll get out of me

So please just keep your distance

You're harshing my zen

With all these hindrances to my great descent

Just withering beneath the emptying marquee

Patrons leave with all their sympathy

Of little use to me.

So in the summer months when they're out drinking

I'll rest my weary trunk on their cars

To be dismembered and then hauled away without regard

They'll shred my bark and burn my leaves

To build their projects with my staves

Renewed, although my eyes do dilate.

So just plane me, stain me, make me beautiful

Spend some time on my joints

So I can stay strong after you're gone.