Pistachio

Sit down, and fire away
I know it's tricky
When you’re feeling low

When you feel like
Your flavor has gone the way
Of a pre-shelled pistachio

I know you’re way down
And fed up with your heavy boots
Laced with melancholy
And oceans all your own

I do like sugar
Tender on the brittle
And sticky when spun

And I know my demeanor
Can go the way of a furrow
Left out in the sun

And I try to keep myself
in lilies and flax seeds
Oh what a folly
You’re fooling just yourself

Sit down and smoke away
I wouldn’t knock it
Til your in them shoes

Watch as our subtlety blows away
For as a blush it gives way to a bruise

And see me
We freely make a trade-off
A dry rot to take the weight off
Swapping boots for red shoes