Form To Me - Climate

I put on my shoes and roll back my cuffs

Shine up my grill and check for dandruff

It’s been a couple years and I look a little rough

Pull out a twenty and hope it’s enough

But you took a fully live thing and put it in a grave

It’s three years later and I’ve got some things to say

I miss the late nights with my little short wave

Since she never forgave me for the way I behaved

I squeeze the metacarpus via Digital Bones™

Then I hear familiar static on the telephone

You filled up the moat, sent out the phalanx

I hope this little tune instills dissent in your ranks

But you took a fully live thing and put it in a sling

It’s three years later and I’ve got some things to sing

I’ve got my microphone and a pocket I Ching

I check the friend request and still it’s «pending»