Persona Non Grata

Getting dressed for a date

Put on blue Aftershave

Wore a kilt like a kilt

Hid the way that I felt

Combat boots, fallen leaves

West Village, Halloween

To a Bollywood song

Taking shots 'till we're gone

Unwelcome in the autumn

Persona non grata

I'm the last of the best

I'm your thoughts in the swamp

There's a playground of children

In the shadows of buildings

There's a lawn out the church

Where your homelessnes works

Where the stained glass of crimson

Meets Ezekiel's visions

Saw a valley of bomes

Where no man shall be saved

And now you

You come to me

Asking that

And now you

You come to me

And you're asking that

Oh how can we reconcile?

Left your innocence there

In Tian'anmen Square

You were filled with despair

Underfed and depressed

Make your lot wear a prison

Still god knows you never would

Lie to yourself

But you do every time

Made a life of deception

And passive aggression

Gonna scream when I sing

Gonna die in the rain

Turn me on, you're a knockup

Climb up onto my cloud

Do your worst to me now

Before I change my mind

Now you

You wanna be true

To me, once again

And you

Want me to be true

To you, once again

Oh yeah, you

You wanna be true

To me, once again

And you

Want me to be true

To you, once again